Love
Lie, My Fond Heart at Rest
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
Lie, my fond heart at rest,
She never can be ours.
Why strike upon my breast
The slowly passing hours?
All! breathe not out the name!
That fatal folly stay!
Conceal the eternal flame,
And tortured ne'er betray.
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MLA
Landor, Walter Savage. “Lie, My Fond Heart at Rest.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/290/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Lie, My Fond Heart at Rest.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/290/.
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