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A PROSPECT OF
The Maniac.
Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest?
Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.
Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.
With pansies and yew they encircled his bier,
They chaunted the hymn as they bore him along,
And, as slowly they moved, from each eye fell a tear,
And it fell for the youth whom they loved so long.
Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest?
Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.
They chaunted the hymn as they bore him along,
And, as slowly they moved, from each eye fell a tear,
And it fell for the youth whom they loved so long.
Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest?
Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.
Ob! cold are the lips of the youth that I lov'd,
And gone the emotions he glanced from his eye,
And still is that heart which so constantly prov'd
How my presence was dear, as it rose in a sigh.
Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest?
Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.
And gone the emotions he glanced from his eye,
And still is that heart which so constantly prov'd
How my presence was dear, as it rose in a sigh.
Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest?
Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.
And see the pensive form glides lonely near,
With languid eye and melancholy air;
To deep despair a prey, her wandering mind
Starts at the straw, and trembles at the wind.
With languid eye and melancholy air;
To deep despair a prey, her wandering mind
Starts at the straw, and trembles at the wind.
