Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 163 of 258
Psyche, and other poems — page 163: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains running prose—specifically a poem numbered 145. The poem is a melancholic meditation on lost romantic or imaginative pleasures. The speaker bids farewell to "Dreams of Delight," lamenting that while the written page remains, it cannot restore vanished beauty or the smiles of someone referred to as "Psyche." The poem expresses despair that visions have faded and that vivid colours are fleeing from the "fading lines"—suggesting both literal text deterioration and the fading of cherished memories or imaginative experiences.
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Rath 145 Dreams of Delight farewel! your charms no more Shall gild the hours of solitary gloom ! The page remains—but can the page restore The vanished bowers which Fancy taught to bloom? Ah, no! her smiles no longer can illume The path my Psyche treads no more for me ; Consigned to dark oblivion’s silent tomb | The visionary scenes no more I see; oh from the fading lines the vivid colours flée! ConnicloookkS.Comn)