The Last of His Family: And Other Poems, Occasional and MiscellaneousThe author, 1850 - 228 страница |
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... she mourned her friends - her children slain , And borne , with patience , sickness , grief and pain . But now reclining on the bed of death- In form emaciate - with laborious breath- I found this dear one ! -But no speech can.
... she mourned her friends - her children slain , And borne , with patience , sickness , grief and pain . But now reclining on the bed of death- In form emaciate - with laborious breath- I found this dear one ! -But no speech can.
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... Borne the disruption of the dearest ties Which bind the soul to earth ! Now left alone On earth's wide waste ! They , who have never known Bereavement by the loss of dearest friends , May talk of sympathy , but feel it not . Ask you ...
... Borne the disruption of the dearest ties Which bind the soul to earth ! Now left alone On earth's wide waste ! They , who have never known Bereavement by the loss of dearest friends , May talk of sympathy , but feel it not . Ask you ...
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... borne breeze , the health - inspiring gale , That gently breathes your happy Island o'er , There , in the bosom of that fertile Isle Reposes dust , which claimed a kindred soul . Near kindred of my kindred ! where are ye ? One ...
... borne breeze , the health - inspiring gale , That gently breathes your happy Island o'er , There , in the bosom of that fertile Isle Reposes dust , which claimed a kindred soul . Near kindred of my kindred ! where are ye ? One ...
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... pain are twining . And may our frail and tossing barque Arrive safe home at last , To meet the loved and lost of earth , And mingle with the blest . New York . ELVIRA . REPLY TO ELVIRA WHAT friendly voice , borne on the 64 POEMS ;
... pain are twining . And may our frail and tossing barque Arrive safe home at last , To meet the loved and lost of earth , And mingle with the blest . New York . ELVIRA . REPLY TO ELVIRA WHAT friendly voice , borne on the 64 POEMS ;
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... borne on the Southern gales , With accents sweet , my raptured ear assails ? From yon proud City comes the pleasing strain , And joys my heart - the accustomed seat of pain . ' Tis thine , ELVIRA ! name for ever dear , At whose bare ...
... borne on the Southern gales , With accents sweet , my raptured ear assails ? From yon proud City comes the pleasing strain , And joys my heart - the accustomed seat of pain . ' Tis thine , ELVIRA ! name for ever dear , At whose bare ...
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ACADEMUS adieu anguish ardent barque behest bereaved bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright cheer CHRIST christian classick crown darkness daughter dear dearest death divine earth earthly EAST HADDAM ELVIRA endearments erst ETERNAL faithful Father fear feeble feeling heart flame flowing tear friends genial gloom glory God's grace grave grief hail hast hath Heaven heavenly holy hope hymn Illume IMMANUEL's immortal impart INSCRIBED inspire JESUS kindred life's light Lord LOUISA love Wave lyre magick mercy meridian height mind MONODY mortal coil MOUNT PARNASSUS mourn Muse ne'er o'er pain Parnassus peace praise prayer precious precious Love prize pure realms of day reign Religion's rest sacred Saviour scenes shine sister skies soar sorrow soul spirit strain sway sweet swell sympathy tear thee thine thou thoughts thoughts inspire threnodial thy heart tomb truth vale virtue voice warm youth
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Страница 68 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the orna-ment of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Страница 24 - The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses? Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care, Sinks down to rest.
Страница 200 - Not unto us, O Lord ! not unto us, But to thy name, be all the glory...
Страница 40 - His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day ; To milder skies and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns.
Страница 155 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish and for us they die...
Страница 162 - The music of Carryl was, like the memory of joys that are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul.
Страница 192 - A broken reed, at best, and oft a spear, On whose sharp point, peace bleeds and hope expires !" Where is the ark of safety for that wretch, Who dares reject a Saviour's proffered Love?
Страница 185 - Now launch the boat upon the wave ; The wind is blowing off the shore. I will not live, a cowering slave, In these polluted islands more ; Beyond the wild, dark-heaving sea There is a better home for me.
Страница 149 - Ephraim my dear son ? is he a pleasant child ? for since I spake against him, I do earnestly remember him still : therefore my bowels are troubled for him ; I will surely have mercy upon him, saith the Lord.
Страница 186 - Oh ! woman's heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropic's flame, That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows, For ever lovely — and the same. Whate'er her rank — whate'er her lot, Where'er her gentle influence ranges, The art to bless is ne'er forgot, The will to comfort never changes.