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'' | <head>Thren VII</head>.</p> | ||
<p>Thou angel child! thy mournful dress before me<lb/> | |||
Throws bitterer sorrow o'er me;<lb/> | |||
Thy little ornaments of joy & gladness<lb/> | |||
Kindle a deeper sadness –<lb/> | |||
No more arrayed in your gay <del>glories</del>, <add>lustre</add> –<lb/> | |||
And hope is fled for ever<lb/> | |||
A sleep – a hard – and iron sleep, <del>hath</del> doth bound thee<lb/> | |||
And morning ne'r shall find thee<lb/> | |||
Thy golden belt is dim – thy flower-wreathed tresses<lb/> | |||
Scattered – Thy summer dresses<lb/> | |||
Which thy poor mother wrought – she had arrayed thee<lb/> | |||
For <del>joy</del> <add>love</add> – and we have laid thee<lb/> | |||
In the tomb's bridal bed – &and now thy dower<lb/> | |||
Is a funeral flower<lb/> | |||
A little shroud – a grave. Sweet child! thy father<lb/> | |||
Fragments of such merit gather<lb/> | |||
and <del>scatter ver</del> <add>sprinkle on</add> thy brow – Death's dormitory | |||
Holds thee & all thy glory</p> | |||
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Thren VII.
Thou angel child! thy mournful dress before me
Throws bitterer sorrow o'er me;
Thy little ornaments of joy & gladness
Kindle a deeper sadness –
No more arrayed in your gay glories, lustre –
And hope is fled for ever
A sleep – a hard – and iron sleep, hath doth bound thee
And morning ne'r shall find thee
Thy golden belt is dim – thy flower-wreathed tresses
Scattered – Thy summer dresses
Which thy poor mother wrought – she had arrayed thee
For joy love – and we have laid thee
In the tomb's bridal bed – &and now thy dower
Is a funeral flower
A little shroud – a grave. Sweet child! thy father
Fragments of such merit gather
and scatter ver sprinkle on thy brow – Death's dormitory
Holds thee & all thy glory
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kochanowsky / do snu / to sleep |
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sir john bowring |
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