Fly Leaves by Charles Stuart Calverley
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page 50 of 78 (64%)
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"FOREVER." Forever; 'tis a single word! Our rude forefathers deem'd it two: Can you imagine so absurd A view? Forever! What abysms of woe The word reveals, what frenzy, what Despair! For ever (printed so) Did not. It looks, ah me! how trite and tame! It fails to sadden or appal Or solace--it is not the same At all. O thou to whom it first occurr'd To solder the disjoin'd, and dower Thy native language with a word Of power: We bless thee! Whether far or near Thy dwelling, whether dark or fair Thy kingly brow, is neither here Nor there. |
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