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Eliza Acton (Элиза Актон)


The Grave


There is a low and lonely place of rest,
Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frame
Reposes in forgetfulness,—and there,
The streaming eye of misery is clos'd
In sweet and dreamless slumber;—on that bed
The painful beatings of the breaking heart
Are hush'd to stillness; and the harrowing pangs
Of hopeless agony, are felt no more!
Around that silent dwelling-place, the veil
Of darkness curtains closely:—not a sigh,
Nor lightest whisp'ring of the summer-wind
Steals on the breathless and eternal calm,
Which o'er that region spreads its canopy!



Eliza Acton's other poems:
  1. Revenge
  2. Nay! Take the Rose
  3. Песня любвиThe Lover's Song
  4. Come to My Grave
  5. Venice


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