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Poem by Anne Hunter


Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste


FAR from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts and fears, that lay it waste;
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain
Fly, never to return again.
But, ah! return ye smiling hours,
By careless fancy crown'd with flowers;
Come, fairy joys, and wishes gay,
And dance in sportive rounds away.
So shall the moments gaily glide
O'er varying life's tumultuous tide;
Nor sad regrets disturb their course,
To calm oblivion's peaceful source.



Anne Hunter


Anne Hunter's other poems:
  1. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
  2. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
  3. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
  4. The Spirit’s Song
  5. To a Friend on New Year’s Day


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