Текст оригинала на английском языке
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WHEN, poor in all but hope and love, I clasped thee to my faithful heart; For wealth and fame I vowed to rove, That we might meet no more to part! Years have gone by-long weary years Of toil, to win thee comfort now- Of ardent hopes-of sickening fears- And wealth is mine-but where art thou? Fame's dazzling dreams, for thy dear sake, Rose brighter than before to me; I clung to all I deemed could make My burning heart more worthy thee. Years have gone by-the laurel droops In mockery o'er my joyless brow : A conquered world before me stoops, And Fame is mine-but where art thou? In life's first hours, despised and lone, I wandered through the busy crowd; But now that life's best hopes are gone, They greet with pride and murmurs loud. Oh! for thy voice! thy happy voice, To breathe its laughing welcome now; Wealth, fame, and all that should rejoice, To me are vain-for where art thou?
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