Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 84 of 258
Psyche, and other poems — page 84: what you’re looking at
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# Page 66: Romantic Poetry on Love and Longing This is a text page containing poetry (page 66 of what appears to be a serialized work). The verses explore themes of love, loss, and yearning, contrasting those who lack appreciation for contemplation and the Muse with a lovesick figure who finds solace in memories and hope. The passage references Psyche—a figure from classical mythology—and describes her imaginative journey toward reunion with Love, dwelling on anticipated reunion ("when Love unveiled should to her eyes appear") and intimate moments of reunion. The language is sentimental and melancholic, characteristic of Victorian-era romantic literature, though the specific work is unclear from this page alone.
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66 - They do not love who can to these prefer The tumult of the gay, or folly’s roar ; dhs The Muse they know not; nor delight in her — Who can the troubled soul to rest restore, Calm contemplation: Yes, I must deplore © Their joyless state, even more than his who mourns His love for ever lost; delight no more | Unto his widowed heart indeed returns, . Yet, while he weeps, his soul theircold indifference spurns. But if soft hope illumines fancy’s dream, Assuring him of love and constancy, How exyuisite do then the moments seem, When he may hide himself from every eye, And cherish the dear thought in secrecy! While sweet remembrance soothes his thrilling heart, And brings once more past hours of kindness nigh, Recals the look of love when forced to part, And turns to drops of joy the tears that sadly start. Forgetful of the dangers of her way, Imagination oft would Psyche bear ee To her long travel’s end, and that blest day When Love unveiled should to her eyes appear ; When she might view his charms exempt from fear, Taste his pure kisses, feel his balmy sighs, Rest in the fond embrace of arms so dear, — Gaze with soft rapture on his melting eyes, And hear his voice divine, the music of the skies! Comichookseom