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 236 SON;S 'AND ' What joy, when hope Is gOne,' Alas, hath ever shone ! Dreary, still, from night to morning, Drag on the sleepless hours; Weary, still, from more 'till'evening, Roam I amid the lonely bowers, Wigere once with thee, I stray'd; And zow with Memory's shade. BLEEDING HEART--BLEEDING HEART. BLBDIIO heart--bleeding heart, What, oh, wh at can cure thee ? Bleeding heart--bleeding heart, Who can calm endure thee ? Bleeding heart--bleeding heart, Why so slowly bleeding ? With drop, by drop, condemn'd to par, The vampyie, Sorrow, feeding. ......... Google

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