The Maid's Remonstrance

Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you 're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.

Rivals banished, bosoms plighted,
Still our days are disunited;
Now the lamp of hope is lighted,
Now half quenched appears,
Damped, and wavering, and benighted,
Midst my sighs and tears.

Charms you call your dearest blessing,
Lips that thrill at your caressing,
Eyes a mutual soul confessing,
Soon you 'll make them grow
Dim, and worthless your possessing,
Not with age, but woe!

Thomas Campbell . 1777-1844

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Thomas Campbell
born 1777, died 1844

Poems

Ode On The Memory Of Burns
Exile Of Erin
The Soldier's Dream
Song - Men Of England
Lines - On The Camp Hill, Near Hastings
Battle Of The Baltic
Hohenlinden
From "The Pleasures Of Hope"
Lines - Written On Visiting A Scene In Argyleshire
The Maid's Remonstrance
Absence
The Brave Roland
Song "To The Evening Star"
Ye Mariners Of England
A Scene On The Susquehana
The Traveller

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