- 1. The Friends.
We were friends, and the warmest of friends, he and I,
Each glance was a language that broke from the heart,
No cloudlet swept over the realm of the sky,
And beneath it we swore that we never would part.
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- 2. Ah, Hast Thou Gone?
Ah, hast thou gone from him whose breast
Bleeds with the thought we are apart,
Whose tears fall vainly and unblest,
Whose all--a crushed--a broken heart!
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- 3. Midsummer Idylls. Canto Iii.
I.
I take my goosequill for some recreation,
I'll have a pleasurable time to-night,
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- 4. Good Night.
O slumber on, untaught to feel
The weight of care and sorrow's blight.
Here have I often loved to steal
And o'er thee breathe a soft "good night."
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- 5. Drink.
I.
An English village, a summer scene,
A homely cottage, a garden green,
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