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THE
RISING
VILLAGE,
WITH
OTHER
POEMS.
By
Oliver Goldsmith
©
St. John, N.B.: John McMillan, 1834
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TO ROSINA.
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Fare thee well! but forget not the day
When in silence and sorrow we parted,
Oh, think of the hour that bore you away,
And left me almost broken hearted.
Fare thee well! but, Oh, think of the time |
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When we met, ah! how often together;
And vowed and declared that no distant clime
Our heart’s dearest feelings should sever
But should you in any dark moment of woe
Distrust all my vows and suppose them untrue, |
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Or think that my heart can its object forego,
And no longer, no longer, be faithful to you.
Oh! breathe not a thought to dishonour the name,
Of him who is absent, far absent away; [Page 135]
Or imagine that falsehood could sully his fame, |
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And his truth, ardent love, and friendship betray. |
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