by William Smyth (1765 - 1849)

No more, my Mary, I sigh for splendour
Language: English 
No more, my Mary, I sigh for splendour,
And riot's joys no longer prize:
On thee I muse in visions tender,
Or gaze on thy fond eyes.
Oh! Not the sages
With pedant pages,
'Tis thy soft smiles
Have made me wise.

For life's delusions of joy had left me;
With sated heart I turn'd to pine - 
A faded world I thought was left me,
Tho'all its pleasure mine.
O hours of folly!
Of melancholy!
How chang'd for bliss, - 
For love like thine.

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  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Georg Pertz) , "Nicht länger übt der Erdenschimmer"


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This text was added to the website: 2005-01-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 83