LINES WRITTEN NEAR RID, UPOHAMES, AT EVENING.
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
With evening-twilights summer hues,
While, fag thus the crimso,
The boat her silent path pursues!
And see how dark the backward stream!
A little moment past, so smiling!
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
Some other loiterer beguiling.
Such views the youthful bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
Till peace go with him to the tomb.
--A him nurse his fo,
And what if he must die in sorrow!
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,
Though grief and pain may e to-morrow?
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see,
As lovely visions by thy side
As now, fair river! e to me.
Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so;
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing,
Till all our minds for ever ?ow,
As thy deep waters now are ?owing.
Vain thought! yet be as now thou art,
That in thy waters may be seen
The image of a poets he……（内容加载失败！）
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