“I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner looks up, and is glad; I know thou hast drank of the Lethe that flows In a land where they do not forget, That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret.” KnowsShouldLooksArtSoulHomeDeathMemoriesForgetGoneLandRegretFlowGladMy SoulLook UpShedWearyDrankReposeSo SadLethe Author:Thomas Kibble Hervey
“He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.” GoneSummerBreezeMuteLoneCottagesNightingales Book:The Devil's progress, a poem, by the editor of the 'Court journal'. Source: The Devil's progress, a poem, by the editor of the 'Court journal'.
