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VALENTINES.
WRITTEN FOR MISS L———'s VALENTINE PARTIES.
TO FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
Must silence rest upon thy lyre,
And will thy hand awake it never?
And must the great deeps of thy soul
Remain becalmed for ever?
And will thy hand awake it never?
And must the great deeps of thy soul
Remain becalmed for ever?
O for a midnight storm of song!
The peal of arms, the blaze of glory,
Like that which once aroused a world,—
Thy Grecian hero's story!
The peal of arms, the blaze of glory,
Like that which once aroused a world,—
Thy Grecian hero's story!
O for a generous burst of song!
Like that which once new splendor shed
Round the "pilgrim shrine" of a poet's grave,
And deified the dead!
Like that which once new splendor shed
Round the "pilgrim shrine" of a poet's grave,
And deified the dead!
