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To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy who died Dec:r 16 -- my Birthday. by Jane Austen

By Jane Austen

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd away Since thou wert snatch'd forever from our eyes.-- The day, commemorative of my birth Bestowing Life and Light and Hope on me, Brings back the hour which was thy last on Earth. Oh! bitter pang of torturing Memory!-- Angelic Woman! past my power to praise In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind. Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!--

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"The day returns again, my natal day;..."

"To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy who died Dec:r 16 -- my Birthday." by Jane Austen is a sad and love and deep and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 63 lines. This English poem by Jane Austen demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and inspirational and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Jane Austen's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Jane Austen

Jane Austen (1775–1817) was an English novelist whose works — "Pride and Prejudice," "Sense and Sensibility" — are among the most beloved in English literature. Though primarily known for fiction, her verse and juvenilia show her sharp wit and satirical eye.

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