560 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1812. 



And roam alon^, the world's tir'd denizen, 

 With none vfho bless us, none whom we can bless; 

 Minions of splendor shrinking from distress ! 

 None that, with kindred consciousness endued. 

 If we were not, would seem to smile the less 

 Of all that flatter'd, followed, sought, and sued: 

 This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! 



TOTHYRZA. 



By the same. 



ONE struggle more, and I am free 

 From pangs that rend my heart in twain ; 

 One last long sigh to love and thee. 



Then back to busy life again. 

 It suits me well to mingle now 



With things that never pleas'd before: 

 Though ev'ry joy is fled below, 



\Miat future grief can touch me more? 



Then bring me wine, the banquet bring: 



Man was not forra'd to live alone: 

 I'll be that light unmeaning thing 



That smiles with all, and weeps with none. 

 It was not thus in days more dear. 



It never would have been, but thou 

 Hast fled, and left me lonely here : 



Thou'rt nothing, all are nothing now. 



In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! 



The smile that sorrow fain would wear 

 But mocks the woe that lurks beneath, 



Like roses o'er a sepulchre. 

 Though gay companions o'er the bowl 



Dispel awhile the sense of ill ; 

 Though pleasure fires the madd'niug soul ; 



The heart — the heart is lonely still ! 



On many a lone and lovely night 



It sooth'd to gaze upon the sky ; 

 For then I deem'd the heav'nly light 



Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : 

 And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon. 



When sailing o'er the iEgean wave, ^ 



*' Now Thyrza gazes on that moon—" 

 Alas, it gleam'd upon her grave. 



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