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Ambition's dreams expiring, love's regret, Endanger'd glory, life itself beset; The joy untasted, the contempt or hate 'Gainst those who fain would triumph in our fate;
The hopeless past, the hasting future driven Too quickly on to guess if Hell or Heaven; Deeds, thoughts, and words, perhaps remember'd not
So keenly till that hour, but ne'er forgot; Things light or lovely in their acted time, But now to stern Reflection each a crime; The withering sense of evil unreveal'd, Not cankering less because the more conceal'd;
All, in a word, from which all eyes must start,
That opening sepulchre - the naked heart Bares with its buried woes, till Pride awake, To snatch the mirror from the soul and break. Ay-Pride can veil, and Courage brave it all, All all - before est fall.
beyond — the deadli
Each has some fear, and he who least be
The only hypocrite deserving praise: Not the loud recreant wretch who boasts and flies;
But he who looks on death and silent dies.
Strange though it seem, yet with extremest grief
Is link'd a mirth - it doth not bring relief: That playfulness of Sorrow ne'er beguiles, And smiles in bitterness - but still it smiles;
And sometimes with the wisest and the
Yet not the joy to which it seems akin
As if the last he could enjoy on earth; Yet 'gainst his nature, for through that short life, Few thoughts had he to spare from gloom and strife.
To meet his passion- but it would not be.
Oh! hard it is that fondness to sustain,
He takes the hand I give not- -nor with-
And when resign'd, it drops a lifeless weight
And chill'd remembrance shudders o'er the rest.
Yes had I ever proved that Passion's zeal,
I am his slave — but, in despite of pride, 'T were worse than bondage to become his bride.
at once her spear and
Oh! too convincing, dangerously dear,
Consign their souls to man's eternal foe, And seal their own to spare some wanton's woe!