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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839 edition. Excerpt: ...She laugh'd at a passion so wild, She call'd it presumptuous and vain; And the madman rejoiced that she smiled, Though he knew she but smiled in disdain. For, though I could never persuade My heart that she e'er could be mine; Though I knew to be loved by a maid, In mind and in form thus divine, Was bliss so peculiar and high, That it never could fall to my lot; Yet I loved her, and never thought why; And hoped--though I dared not say what. I sigh'd for that bliss night and day Which I fear'd I could never obtain; I mourn'd that the maid was away, Though I thought we should ne'er meet again. My folly in vain I discern'd, In vain to forget her I strove; For Nature, wherever I turn'd, Still bade me remember my love. The trees, as they stream'd in the air, The rose, where the bee loved to sip, Show'd the waving of Amoret's hair, Show'd the coral of Amoret's lip. And when the bright sky, or blue sea, Others view'd with delight and surprise, No thought was suggested to me But the colour of Amoret's eyes. Ah! me, with what tender delight Did my doting eyes dwell on each face, In whose features my love-quicken'd sight Could find of her beauties a trace! To all whom I saw her prefer, Good-will did my bosom extend; And they who spoke kindly of her, In me were secure of a friend. At the moment she first met my view, I felt 'twas my fate to adore; With each moment that over me flew, I felt that I loved her the more. And when I was forced to depart, My feelings no language can tell; I bade her adieu in my heart, But my lips could not murmur " farewell!" Yet absence has proved to me kind, And my bosom once more is at rest; Heal'd up is the wound of my mind, And cold is the flame of my breast. But again, when her beauties I view, I feel I again shall...