English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 10. O Tuneful voice, I still deplore. Энн Хантер.

Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 10. O Tuneful voice, I still deplore

O Tuneful voice, I still deplore
Those accents which, tho' heard no more,
Still vibrate on my heart;
In echo's cave I long to dwell,
And still would hear the sad farewell,
When we were doom'd to part.
Bright eyes, O that the task were mine,
To guard the liquid fires that shine,
And round your orbits play;
To watch them with a vestal's care,
And feed with smiles a light so fair.
That it may ne'er decay.

Anne Hunter’s other poems:

1. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
2. The Farewell
3. William and Nancy
4. Laura
5. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste

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