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140 HOPELESS, NOT HEARTLESS. 
LOVE LIES BLEEDING. 
AmaranthiLS. 
Language HOPELESS, NOT HEARTLESS. 
She loves him yet ! 
The flower the false one gave her, 
When last he came. 
Is still with her wild tears wet. 
She'll ne'er forget, 
Howe'er his faith may waver ; 
Through grief and shame 
Believe it she loves him yet! 
Mrs. Osgood. 
Full many a miserable year hath passed 
She knows him as one dead, or worse than dead ; 
And many a change her varied life hath known, 
But her heart none. 
Maturix. 
No thought within her bosom stirs. 
But wakes some feeling dark and dread ; 
God keep thee from a doom like hers, 
Of living when the hopes are dead. 
PnOiBE Carey. 
And now farewell ! farewell ! I dare not lengthen 
Those sweet, sad moments out : to gaze on thee 
Is bliss indeed ; yet it but serves to strengthen 
The love that now amounts to agony ; 
This is our last farewell. 
/ Mrs. Welby. 
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