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“ Cease, Memory, cease (the friendless mourner
To probe the bosom too severely tried !
Oh! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to stray
Through the bright fields of Fortune's better day:
† Warwick castle.
When youthful Hope, the music of the mind,
“ Yet, can I cease, while glows this trembling frame,
In sighs to speak thy melancholy name?
I hear thy spirit wail in every storm!
In midnight shades I view thy passing form!
Pale as in that sad hour, when doom'd to feel,
Deep in thy perjured heart, the bloody steel!
“ Demons of Vengeance! ye at whose command
I grasp'd the sword with more than woman's hand,
No! my wild heart sat smiling o'er the plan,
Till Hate fulfill'd what baffled Love began !