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Literary Gazette, 29th June, 1822, Page 410
SONGS.
1.
Ah, look upon those withered flowers,
And look upon that broken lute!
Why are those roses scentless, dead?
Why are those gentle chords so mute?
A sunbeam pass'd and kissed those flowers,
Waked the young bloom, the incense sigh;
But darkling clouds came o'er that ray,
The rose was left to droop, to die!
A wind breathed by and waked the lyre,
Oh never had it such a sound;
But soon the gale too rudely swept—
The lute lay broken on the ground!
These things are emblems of my heart;
And what has been thine influence there?
You taught me first love's happiness,
How could you teach me love's despair![1]
- ↑ Signature after third song
