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POETIC FRAGMENTS. FIFTH SERIES.

51 Literary Gazette, 17th December, 1825, Page 812

Last night the midnight wind, Along my casement past, And a distant funeral bell Came tolling on the blast.

Envy mingled with my awe, As I hearkened to the tone; I thought of the quiet grave, And wished it were mine own.

Life is a torrid day, Parched with the dust and sun; And death's the calm cool night, When the weary day is done. L. E. L.