George Darley (Джордж Дарли)

Sonnet to the Same

I thought that I could ever happy be,
Married to meditation, and my lyre.
Charming the moments on with melody.
That fills the ear with musical desire;
But now far other thoughts my breast inspire;
I find no happiness in poesy;
Within my soul burns a diviner fire,
For now my heart is full of love and Thee:
Yet 'tis a melancholy thing to love
When Fate or Expectation shuts the door,
When all the mercy I can hope, above
Mere friendship, is thy pity,—and no more,
For who could love a being such as me,
Thy most unhappy son, Fatality?

1. The Gambols of Children
2. Lenimina Laborum. 55. Deep in the ocean's thundering wave
3. Lenimina Laborum. 4. Prayer at Burial
4. Lenimina Laborum. 32. In an Album
5. Lenimina Laborum. 6. I'm a rover! I'm a rover

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