Oh! Snatchd Away
In Beautys Bloom
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)
1
- Oh! snatchd away in beautys bloom,
- On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
- But on thy turf shall roses rear
- Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
- And the wild cypress wave in tender
- gloom:
2
- And oft by yon blue gushing stream
- Shall sorrow lean her drooping head,
- And feed deep thought with many a dream,
- And lingering pause and lightly tread;
- Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the
- dead!
3
- Away! we know that tears are vain,
- That death nor heeds nor hears distress:
- Will this unteach us to complain?
- Or make one mourner weep the less?
- And thouwho tellst me to forget,
- Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
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