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 SONGS, AND LAST NIGHT, I WOKE FROM DREAMS OF THEE. LAST night, I woke frondreams of thee, And all was silent round, Yet still I seem'd thy faceto see,' And hear thy voiee*s sound; "Pwas bliss--and, yet, 'twas agony ! What long I sought was found, But, ah, I knew thee far away, And ev'n thy shade would fleet with day ! Oh, what despair, when we would give An age of grief, and fear, One short--too-blissful hour to live With what we hold most dear, While Fate, who fondest hesrts will rive, Shrieks, in the wretch's ear, "Impossible .*"--that drealful word, With vain, impatient torture heard. ......... Google

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