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... hand drops the gathered rose ! How oft , as dead , on the warm turf we lie , While many an emmet comes with curious eye ; And on her nest the watchful wren sits by ! Nor do we speak or move , or hear or see ; So like what once we were ...
... hand drops the gathered rose ! How oft , as dead , on the warm turf we lie , While many an emmet comes with curious eye ; And on her nest the watchful wren sits by ! Nor do we speak or move , or hear or see ; So like what once we were ...
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... o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove , And , if she can , exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care . Apart she joins his little hands in prayer , Telling of Him who sees in secret there ! — 20.
... o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove , And , if she can , exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care . Apart she joins his little hands in prayer , Telling of Him who sees in secret there ! — 20.
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... for knowledge , speaks but to inquire ; And soon with tears relinquished to the Sire , Soon in his hand to Wisdom's temple led , Holds secret converse with the Mighty Dead ; Trembles and thrills and weeps as they inspire , Burns 23.
... for knowledge , speaks but to inquire ; And soon with tears relinquished to the Sire , Soon in his hand to Wisdom's temple led , Holds secret converse with the Mighty Dead ; Trembles and thrills and weeps as they inspire , Burns 23.
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... hand from his withdraws ; But by some secret Power surprized , subdued , ( Ah how resist ? Nor would she if she could . ) Falls on his neck as half unconscious where , Glad to conceal her tears , her blushes there . Then come those full ...
... hand from his withdraws ; But by some secret Power surprized , subdued , ( Ah how resist ? Nor would she if she could . ) Falls on his neck as half unconscious where , Glad to conceal her tears , her blushes there . Then come those full ...
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... hands on hers - as through the mists of night , She gazes on him with imperfect sight ; Her glory now , as ever her delight ! * -To her , methinks , a second Youth is given ; The light upon her face a light from Heaven ! In An hour like ...
... hands on hers - as through the mists of night , She gazes on him with imperfect sight ; Her glory now , as ever her delight ! * -To her , methinks , a second Youth is given ; The light upon her face a light from Heaven ! In An hour like ...
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Page 72 - I wist, all their sport in the Park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 20 - Locked in her arms, his arms across her flung, (That name most dear for ever on his tongue) As with soft accents round her neck he clings, And, cheek to cheek, her lulling song she sings, How blest to feel the beatings of his heart, Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart ; Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love!
Page 72 - Her parents, the duke and duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, reading...
Page 34 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly— pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Page 21 - Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart : Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care, Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there. And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye — now many a written thought, Never to die, with many a lisping sweet, His moving, murmuring lips endeavour to repeat.
Page 65 - When by a good man's grave I muse alone, Methinks an Angel sits upon the stone ; Like those of old, on that thrice-hallowed night, Who sate and watched in raiment heavenly bright ; And, with a voice inspiring joy not fear, Says, pointing upward,
Page 8 - For now the caudle-cup is circling there, Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale...
Page 73 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.