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16 FORSAKEN. 
ANEMONE. 
Anemone. 
Language — FORSAKEN. 
Alas ! the love of women ! it is known 
To be a lovely and a fearful thing ; 
For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, 
And if ’tis lost, life has no more to bring 
To them but mockeries of the past alone. 
Byron. 
I did love once, — 
Loved as youth, woman, genius loves ; though now 
My heart is chilled, and seared, and taught to wear 
That falsest of false things — a mask of smiles. 
Miss Landoit. 
They parted as all lovers part — 
She with her wronged and breaking heart; 
But he, rejoicing to be free, 
Bounds like a captive from his chain, 
And wilfully believing she 
Hath found her liberty again ; 
Or if dark thoughts will cross his mind, 
They are but clouds before the wind. 
Miss Landon. 
Go, deceiver, go ! 
Some day, perhaps, thou’lt waken 
From pleasure’s dream to know 
The grief of hearts forsaken ! 
Moore. 
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