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The Grave There is a low and lonely place of rest, Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frame Reposes in forgetfulness,—and there, The streaming eye of misery is clos'd In sweet and dreamless slumber;—on that bed The painful beatings of the breaking heart Are hush'd to stillness; and the harrowing pangs Of hopeless agony, are felt no more! Around that silent dwelling-place, the veil Of darkness curtains closely:—not a sigh, Nor lightest whisp'ring of the summer-wind Steals on the breathless and eternal calm, Which o'er that region spreads its canopy! Eliza Acton's other poems: ![]() Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1266 |
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