Variety, Or, Selections and Essays: Consisting of Anecdotes, Curious Facts, Interesting Narratives, with Occasional ReflectionsDarton and Harvey, 1809 - 207 страница |
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... thou shouldst once depart ; No spirit to defend the form , No guardian near the heart . Thou art the fairest ornament , To beautify the form ; Thou art a shelter plac'd by Heav'n , To shield us from the storm . Thou art the morning dew ...
... thou shouldst once depart ; No spirit to defend the form , No guardian near the heart . Thou art the fairest ornament , To beautify the form ; Thou art a shelter plac'd by Heav'n , To shield us from the storm . Thou art the morning dew ...
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... Thou art fair Virtue's loveliest throne ; She views her foes from thence ; Thou art her safeguard , thou her screen , Her watchtow'r and defence : A veil by heav'nly pow'r so wrought , So wonderfully made , That , screen'd by thee , the ...
... Thou art fair Virtue's loveliest throne ; She views her foes from thence ; Thou art her safeguard , thou her screen , Her watchtow'r and defence : A veil by heav'nly pow'r so wrought , So wonderfully made , That , screen'd by thee , the ...
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... thou art blest , while here we heave the sigh ; Thy death is virtue wafted to the sky . Yet still thy image fond affection keeps , The sire remembers , and the mother weeps ; Still the friend grieves , who saw thy vernal bloom , And ...
... thou art blest , while here we heave the sigh ; Thy death is virtue wafted to the sky . Yet still thy image fond affection keeps , The sire remembers , and the mother weeps ; Still the friend grieves , who saw thy vernal bloom , And ...
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... thou art , with silent footsteps tread The hallow'd mould where Rose reclines his head , Ah ! let not folly one kind tear deny , But pensive pause where truth and honour lie ; His , the gay wit that fond affection drew ; Oft heard , and ...
... thou art , with silent footsteps tread The hallow'd mould where Rose reclines his head , Ah ! let not folly one kind tear deny , But pensive pause where truth and honour lie ; His , the gay wit that fond affection drew ; Oft heard , and ...
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... thou- sands , each of whose sufferings would " harrow up the soul ? " It is a triumphant and consoling idea , that Great Bri- tain has given to the surrounding nations the first exam- ple of prohibiting this unjust and criminal species ...
... thou- sands , each of whose sufferings would " harrow up the soul ? " It is a triumphant and consoling idea , that Great Bri- tain has given to the surrounding nations the first exam- ple of prohibiting this unjust and criminal species ...
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Страница 160 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Страница 160 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Страница 158 - I heard the bell toll'd' on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Страница 158 - But gladly, as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it...
Страница 160 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Страница 157 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Страница 159 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or...
Страница 159 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Страница 44 - Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps: A Heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and Faith sincere, And soft Humanity were there. In agony, in death resign'd, She felt the Wound she left behind.
Страница 158 - Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern.