English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste. Энн Хантер.

Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste

FAR from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts and fears, that lay it waste;
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain
Fly, never to return again.
But, ah! return ye smiling hours,
By careless fancy crown'd with flowers;
Come, fairy joys, and wishes gay,
And dance in sportive rounds away.
So shall the moments gaily glide
O'er varying life's tumultuous tide;
Nor sad regrets disturb their course,
To calm oblivion's peaceful source.

Anne Hunter’s other poems:

1. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
2. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
3. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled
4. The Farewell
5. William and Nancy

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