The Lay of the Dispondent One.
I (pud upon the golden tide, all sleeping as it lay. With scarce » crisping wavelet to mar the sun's bright ray ; And I said, thbu glorious treachery, like woman false thy »milts. To lure the simple worshipper, tby hollowntss beguiles. Ere long I faxed upon that tide with wintry tern. pests torn. Its billows, like ay own wild heart, with fitful pasnion worn; And I wept o'er all the blighted hopes of Love's snost verdant yesri. And poured in the insensate wave a flood of senselast tears. And senselessly I mused upon, and senselessly I wrote, Of all that I had felt or feigned tot Jejabels forgot, Till grim despair half tempted me to quaff some horrid cup,«=* Ha ! Then I thought it was full time-«-to pot my gorse quill up !
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Daily Southern Cross, Volume V, Issue 275, 15 February 1850, Page 4
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137The Lay of the Dispondent One. Daily Southern Cross, Volume V, Issue 275, 15 February 1850, Page 4
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