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 GEORGE DARLEY

The thousand car-borne cherubim,

The wandering eleven, All join to chant the dirge of him

Who fell just now from Heaven.

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is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me, O, then I saw her eye was bright,

But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold

The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

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��653 Early Death


 * HE pass'd away like morning dew

Before the sun was high; So brief her time, she scarcely knew The meaning of a sigh.

As round the rose its soft perfume, Sweet love around her floated;

Admired she grew while mortal doom

Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted.

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