Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.

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That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,–
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.

On a Tear

Go! you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away!
There ‘s such a charm in melancholy
I would not if I could be gay.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

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Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

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She was good as she was fair,
None–none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.

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