"Maid of Athens, Ere We Part" 951 And when thou wouldst solace gather, When her little hands shall press thee, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee; Should her lineaments resemble Those thou nevermore may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, Every feeling hath been shaken; But 'tis done, all words are idle,- Fare thee well!-thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted, George Gordon Byron [1788-1824] "MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART" MAID of Athens, ere we part, Give, ch, give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, By those tresses unconfined, By that lip I long to taste; By all the token-flowers that tell By love's alternate joy and woe, Maid of Athens! I am gone: Think of me, sweet! when alone. Though I fly to Istambol, Athens holds my heart and soul: Ζώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ George Gordon Byron [1788-1824] "WHEN WE TWO PARTED" WHEN We two parted In silence and tears, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; "GO, FORGET ME" Go, forget me! Why should sorrow Like the sun, thy presence glowing Clothes the meanest things in light; Loveliest objects fade in night. By that pure and lucid mind Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Charles Wolfe [1791-1823] LAST NIGHT I SAT with one I love last night, Last night we saw the stars arise, We paced along our favorite walk, George Darley [1795-1846] ADIEU LET time and chance combine, combine, Let time and chance combine; The fairest love from heaven above, That love of yours was mine, My dear, That love of yours was mine. Jeanie Morrison The past is fled and gone, and gone, The past is fled and gone; If naught but pain to me remain, I'll fare in memory on, I'll fare in memory on. The saddest tears must fall, must fall, In weal or woe, in this world below, I love you ever and all. A long road full of pain, of pain, A long road full of pain; One soul, one heart, sworn ne'er to part, We ne'er can meet again, My dear, We ne'er can meet again. Hard fate will not allow, allow, Hard fate will not allow; We blessed were as the angels are,— Adieu forever now, Adieu forever now. 955 Thomas Carlyle [1795-1881] JEANIE MORRISON I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, |