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... parents had hoped -a sister , to whose enlightened piety , culti- vated understanding , and uninterrupted confidence she owed her happiest hours — and a mother , who sunk unexpectedly into the grave , heart - broken for the death of so ...
... parents had hoped -a sister , to whose enlightened piety , culti- vated understanding , and uninterrupted confidence she owed her happiest hours — and a mother , who sunk unexpectedly into the grave , heart - broken for the death of so ...
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... parent , be enabled to say , with the sorrowful but heartfelt submission which she would her- self have enjoined , The Lord gave the best of mothers , the Lord hath taken her away , and for all the happy hours we once passed together ...
... parent , be enabled to say , with the sorrowful but heartfelt submission which she would her- self have enjoined , The Lord gave the best of mothers , the Lord hath taken her away , and for all the happy hours we once passed together ...
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... parent stem , the mists on the mountain - side , melting into light as they vanish away , or the curly - headed waves of ocean rushing tumultuously to the shore , and perishing in a wreath of foam . The works of art also become ...
... parent stem , the mists on the mountain - side , melting into light as they vanish away , or the curly - headed waves of ocean rushing tumultuously to the shore , and perishing in a wreath of foam . The works of art also become ...
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... parents , friends , com- panions , and even by lovers - all , all now crowded into their silent graves ! How many faces , remem- bered by none but myself , are yet present to me , vivid , as they were in bygone times , with life and ...
... parents , friends , com- panions , and even by lovers - all , all now crowded into their silent graves ! How many faces , remem- bered by none but myself , are yet present to me , vivid , as they were in bygone times , with life and ...
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... parents , I hear only the echo of my own solitary ' footstep ; no out- stretched hand or smiling countenance welcomes my return , no familiar voice greets my ear ; but my generation has passed away , my blighted spirit has not linked ...
... parents , I hear only the echo of my own solitary ' footstep ; no out- stretched hand or smiling countenance welcomes my return , no familiar voice greets my ear ; but my generation has passed away , my blighted spirit has not linked ...
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Page 145 - As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Page 272 - Whom the gods love die young' was said of yore, And many deaths do they escape by this: The death of friends, and that which slays even more — The death of friendship, love, youth, all that is, Except mere breath ; and since the silent shore Awaits at last even those who longest miss The old archer's shafts, perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Page 37 - Resign the honours of their form at Winter's stormy blast, And leave the naked leafless plain a desolated waste. 8 Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs anew shall deck the plain ; The woods shall hear the voice of Spring, and flourish green again.
Page 238 - The churchyard bears an added stone, The fireside shows a vacant chair ! Here sadness dwells and weeps alone, And death displays his banner there ; The life has gone, the breath has fled, And what has been no more shall be ; The well-known form, the welcome tread, Oh ! where are they ? and where is he ? HENRY NEELE.
Page 61 - No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder tree, And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
Page 238 - OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash doth last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.