Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

The Farewell

A SONG.

FAR from hope, and lost to pleasure,
Haste away to war's alarms!
Sad I leave my soul's dear treasure
For the dismal din of arms.
But, ah! for thee, I follow glory,
To gain thy love I dare to die;
And when my comrades tell my story,
Thou shalt lament me with a sigh.
All my griefs will then be over,
Sunk in death's eternal rest;
You may regret a faithful lover,
Though you refuse to make him bless'd.
Bestow a tear of kind compassion
To grace a hapless soldier's tomb;
And, ah! forgive a fatal passion,
Which reason could not overcome.

1. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
2. Laura to Petrarch
3. Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part
4. Fairy Revels
5. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots

Letitia Landon (Летиция Лэндон) The Farewell ("Farewell! companion of my solitude!")

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