Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

The Farewell

A SONG.

FAR from hope, and lost to pleasure,
Haste away to war's alarms!
Sad I leave my soul's dear treasure
For the dismal din of arms.
But, ah! for thee, I follow glory,
To gain thy love I dare to die;
And when my comrades tell my story,
Thou shalt lament me with a sigh.
All my griefs will then be over,
Sunk in death's eternal rest;
You may regret a faithful lover,
Though you refuse to make him bless'd.
Bestow a tear of kind compassion
To grace a hapless soldier's tomb;
And, ah! forgive a fatal passion,
Which reason could not overcome.

Anne Hunter’s other poems:

  1. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
  2. William and Nancy
  3. Laura
  4. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
  5. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский) The Farewell (“Farewell fond Love, under whose childish whip”)
  • Lucy Montgomery (Люси Монтгомери) The Farewell (“He rides away with sword and spur”)




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