EXTRACTS FROM MY POCKET BOOK.
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Literary Gazette 4th October 1823, Page 635
‘Twas sweet to look upon thine eyes,
As they looked answering to mine own;
'Twas sweet to listen to thy sighs,
And hear my name on every tone,
'Twas sweet to meet in yon lone glen
While smiles the heart's best sunshine shed;
Twas sweet to part and think again
The gentle things that each had said.
But all this sweetness was not worth
The tears that dimm'd its after light,—
Love is a sweet star at its birth,
But one that sets in deepest night.—L. E. L.
(This signature was accidentally omitted to the three
beautiful pieces in our last Number.—Ed.)
