The Undying One; Sorrows of Rosalie and Other Poems (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE SORROWS OF ROSALIE. PART I. Ye marble-hearted ones, whose sighs and tears Are granted only to a gilded woe? Whose sick and misdirected pity fears To look on all that penury can show, When guilt and want have made a hell below; In whom the unreal mockeries of the stage Alone can wake a momentary glow; Whom griefs impossible, and mirnic rage, Far more than sorrow's truth, and wan disease, engage: To such I would not speak?but oh ! to you Whose generous hearts can feel another's grief; Who all you can, are willing still to do, Though loathsome be the wretch who asks relief. To those who turn?where sorrow claims us chief? To the lone hut where cheerless misery Clings wistfully to life, though sad and brief, And hopes, however vain those hopes may be? To those alone I call, for they can feel for me. Yet little reck I now for pity's throb: Can it recall the years that are no more ? Can it repress the deep convulsive sob That, choking, comes from my heart's inmost core 1 Can it bid those return- whose day is o'er ? Can it remove the sad sepulchral stone, Or raise again my ruined cottage door ? Those whom your pity might have saved, are gone, And now it is not prized, for I am left alone. No friend shall watch my lingering soul depart? Unwept, unhonour'd, / must pass away; Then pity forced from each reluctant heart Shall pour upon my tomb its useless ray, Condemn my faults, yet mourn my clouded day; Then, when a late compassion smiles in vain, A hand divine shall bid my sorrows stay; And I shall see the forms I love again, And rest my weary head where all are free from pain. Oh, woman ! in this hour of agony- Trample not rudely on the fallen one; I have been weak, been guilty, but I die Spurned at, forgotten, friendless, and alone; All that I had, save hope, of ...