Here is one leaf reserved for me,
From all thy sweet memorials free;
And here my simple song might tell
The feelings thou must guess so well.
But could I thus, within thy mind,
One little vacant corner find,
Where no impression yet is seen,...
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The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, |
During His Solitary Abode in the Island of Juan Fernandez I AM monarch of all I survey,— |