Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind But leave - -oh leave the light of Hope behind.
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.