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...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk:— " 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 begun1 Perhaps thou...

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...renews : Her voice is terrible though soft, And dread of death ensues. Cowper. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed t Id. Throned in the vaulted heart his dread resort, Inexorable Comcience holde his court, With still...

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...them an unequivocally plaintive character, until it is distinctly marked. 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...

...here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...momentary dream, that thou art she. My Mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears 1 shed ! Hovered thy spirit o'er...