Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 357.

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Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,

But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!

What though my winged hours of bliss have been

Like angel visits, few and far between.[514:1]

Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375.

The hunter and the deer a shade.[514:2]

O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5.

Another's sword has laid him low,