Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 191 of 258
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# Page 173: Poetic Verse This is a page of running verse text, numbered 173, presenting a sentimental poem about parting from a beloved musical instrument (likely a harp or piano, referred to as "thee" with "strings"). The speaker grieves their forced separation from this "partner of my happiest days," expressing that while they may forget how to play it, memory will preserve the emotional scenes they shared. The poem concludes with the speaker resolving that the instrument's "silver sounds" will haunt their imagination in future melancholy. The typography and aged paper suggest this is from a Victorian-era publication, though whether penny dreadful or more conventional verse collection cannot be determined from this page alone.
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173 * And when by disappointment grieved / Isaw some darling hope o’erthrown, Thou hast my secret pain relieved ; O’er thee I wept, unseen, alone. d Oh! must I leave thee, must we part, ‘Dear partner of my happiest days ? I may forget thy much-loved art, Unused thy melody to raise. But ne’er can memory cease to love Those scenes where I thy charms have felt, Though I no more thy power may prove, Which taught my softened heart to melt. Forced to forego with thee this spot, - Endeared by many a tender tie, ‘When rosy pleasure blessed my lot, And sparkled in my cheated eye. Yet still thy strings, in Fancy’s ear, With soothing melody shall play ; Thy silver sounds I oft shall hear, To pensive gloom a silent prey. Comnnicloookes. Gon