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Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
THE Garland I send thee was culled from those bowers Where thou and I wandered in long vanished hours; Not a leaf or a blossom its bloom here displays, But bears some remembrance of those happy days. The roses were gathered by that garden gate, Where our meetings, tho' early, seemed always too late; Where lingering full oft thro' a summer night's moon, Our partings, tho' late , appeared always too soon. The rest were all culled from the banks of that glade, Where, watching the sunset, so often we 've strayed, And mourned, as the time went, that Love had no power To bind in his chain even one happy hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE LALLA ROOKH: PARADISE AND THE PERI by THOMAS MOORE LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE |
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