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I will not be remember'd when Mirth shall her pageant joys impart,-- A dream to sparkle in thine eye, Yet vanish from thy heart. But when pensive sadness clouds thee, When thoughts, half pain, half pleasure, steal Upon the heart, and memory doth The shadowy past reveal. When seems the bliss of former years,-- Too sweet, too pure, to feel again,-- And long lost hours, scenes, friends, return, Remember me, love--then!
I'd rather be the gentle shade, Lengthening as eve comes stealing on, And rest in pensive sadness there, When those bright rays are gone. I will not be a smile to play Upon thy coral lip, and shed Around it sweetness, like the sun Risen from his crimson bed. Oh, no! I'll be the tear that steals In pity from that eye of blue, Making the cheek more lovely red, Like rose-leaf dipp'd in dew.
I'd rather be the one red leaf, Waving 'midst Autumn's sombre groves:-- On the heart to breathe that sadness Which contemplation loves. I will not be the morning ray, Dancing upon the river's crest, All light, all motion, when the stream Turns to the sun her breast.
I will not be the lightsome lark, That carols to the rising morn,-- I'd rather be some plaintive bird Lulling night's ear forlorn. I will not be the green, green leaf, Mingling 'midst thousand leaves and flowers That shed their fairy charms around To deck Spring's joyous bowers.
"Placido zeffiretto, Se trovi il caro oggetto, Digli che sei sospiro Ma non gli dir di chi, Limpido ruscelletto, Se mai t'incontri in lei, Digli che pianto sei, Ma non le dir qual' eiglio Crescer ti fe cosi."
"I stay'd too late: forgive the crime! Unheeded flew the hours; For noiseless falls the foot of Time. That only treads on flowers."
A cheerful party were met in the drawing room of Delme. Clarendon Gage, a neighbouring land proprietor, to whom Emily had for a twelvemonth been betrothed, had the night previous returned from a continental tour. In consequence, Emily looked especially radiant, Delme much pleased, and Clarendon superlatively happy. Nor must we pass over Mrs. Glenallan, Miss Delme's worthy aunt, who had supplied the place of a mother to Emily, and who now sat in her accustomed chair, with an almost sunny brow, quietly pursuing her monotonous tambouring. At times she turned to admire her niece, who occasionally walked to the glass window, to caress and feed an impudent white peacock; which one moment strutted on the wide terrace, and at another lustily tapped for his bread at ne of the lower panes. "I am glad to see you looking so well, Clarendon!" "And I can return the compliment, Delme! Few, looking at you now, would take you for an old campaigner." The style of feature in Delme and Clarendon was very dissimilar. Sir Henry was many years Gage's senior; but his manly bearing, and dark decided features, would bear a contrast with even the tall and elegant, although slight form of Clarendon. The latter was very fair, and what we are accustomed to call English-looking. His hair almost, but not quite, flaxen, hung in thick curls over his forehead, and would have given an effeminate expression to the face, were it not for the peculiar flash of the clear blue eye. "Come! Clarendon," said Emily, "I will impose a task. You have written twice in my album; once, years ago, and the second time on the eve of our parting. Come! you shall read us both effusions, and then write a sonnet to our happy meeting. Would that dear George were here now!" Gage took up the book. It was a moderately-sized volume, bound in crimson velvet. It was the fashion to keep albums then. It glittered not in a binding of azure and gold, nor were its momentous secrets enclosed by one of Bramah's locks. The Spanish proverb says, "Tell me who you are with, and I will tell you what you are." Ours, in that album age, used to be, "Show me your scrap book, I will tell you your character." Emily's was not one commencing with-- "I never loved a dear gazelle!"
That's what made are first conversation. I remember those night when we wanted to see eachother Id sneek you in at 4am You would wait outside in the cold just to come see me That is love. I loved how you are my first boyfriend in high school and first boyfriend I took to meet my family. I loved that you were my first valentine! Your the best thing that happened in my lifetime. You are my only love and my only one When you first kissed me It only felt like we belonged Your the only one that I want forever so Please stick around and make this Love last forever.
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