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... hours nor scenes , than all The future ones in which thou'lt live and move . If as a sister , thou wast ever kind As daughter , dutiful - as friend , most true ; When with these sacred names a wife ' s combined , Wilt thou not bless us ...
... hours nor scenes , than all The future ones in which thou'lt live and move . If as a sister , thou wast ever kind As daughter , dutiful - as friend , most true ; When with these sacred names a wife ' s combined , Wilt thou not bless us ...
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... that the loveliness of such a scene Unto our better feelings was akin : That hour with you , dear girls , shall often wean My thoughts from out this city's ceaseless din . XXI . THE FAREWELL . We part to - day SONNETS . 25.
... that the loveliness of such a scene Unto our better feelings was akin : That hour with you , dear girls , shall often wean My thoughts from out this city's ceaseless din . XXI . THE FAREWELL . We part to - day SONNETS . 25.
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... hour is drawing near When I must bid these charming scenes adieu ; And should it be that I may ne'er renew The ... hours like this- Our eyes ' last lingering look shall break the spell ; My heartfelt prayer - be thine all earthly bliss ...
... hour is drawing near When I must bid these charming scenes adieu ; And should it be that I may ne'er renew The ... hours like this- Our eyes ' last lingering look shall break the spell ; My heartfelt prayer - be thine all earthly bliss ...
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Henry Frank Lott. XXII . THE REMEMBRANCE . How oft my memory brings the hour we met Back to my heart with feelings of delight , And those soft eyes that did my soul excite , In all their loveliness of feature set : Asleep , my fervid ...
Henry Frank Lott. XXII . THE REMEMBRANCE . How oft my memory brings the hour we met Back to my heart with feelings of delight , And those soft eyes that did my soul excite , In all their loveliness of feature set : Asleep , my fervid ...
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... hour as this - impressed the while That I'm more blest than he whom indolence Lulls on a bed of down - where Morning's smile In vain might seek to pierce his curtain'd sense . XLVI . EVENING . ' Tis June's most tranquil eve 50 SONNETS .
... hour as this - impressed the while That I'm more blest than he whom indolence Lulls on a bed of down - where Morning's smile In vain might seek to pierce his curtain'd sense . XLVI . EVENING . ' Tis June's most tranquil eve 50 SONNETS .
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Adieu amid aught Bard beauteous flower beauty behold blessing breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer CHRYSANTHEMUMS daisy dandy poets dear deep delight didst dost dream dwell e'er ENDYMION fading Fancy feel fragrance gaze gleam hand happy harp hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour humble HUNDRED SONNETS idolatry iron heel labour Life's light light from Heaven lips LONDON lone love song lyre manly Medway melodious memory memory's mind moan morn Muse ne'er neath night nought o'er Oppression's passion path peace poet poet's pride PRINTED BY WILLOUGHBY pure Romeo and Juliet round scenes scorn selfish sentiment Shine sleep smile SMITHFIELD sorrow soul Spring sublime sweet sympathy tears temples tender thee thine thou Thou'lt thoughts that elevate throng thy spirit toil tones touching strain trifling truth tyrants unto vale veil voice warble warm wearied wild WILLOUGHBY AND CO wing wisp woke yearn'd
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30 psl. - As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm, Securely rest on my more vigorous arm, — Time the protectorship reverses now. If, by God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow.
30 psl. - God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow. Mother, though dim thine eye, yet many a day, While blithe I sported, didst thou toil for me Along no path of flowers, but a rude way, Beset with hardship and with poverty.
28 psl. - Warm from my bosom in a gushing flood My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm impassionate caress Meeting or parting with the maid I love : A mother's love ! while I such boon possess, I scarce would change my state with saints...
7 psl. - Withjoy,that thou thy watchdidst safely keep. Samaritan of life ! with pitying smile, When tired nature fails upon the road, Thou giv'st thy blessing to the sons of toil, Loos'ning the bandage of their wearying load : Though gold may win it not by chaffering wile, Unasked upon contentment 'tis bestowed.
28 psl. - I. Mother ! thou know'st how truly I am thine By ties of sympathy as well as blood ; Warm from my bosom, in a gushing flood, My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine, Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm, impassionate caress, Meeting or parting with the maid I...
29 psl. - ... Untiring, eager, generous, and true, Thy tenderness did with my years keep pace, Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase, And holding truth and virtue up to view. Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved, I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Tet thou didst chide so mildly when I swerved, That 1 returned to love thee better still ; Thy warning counsel has my spirit nerved, And proved an antidote to many an ill. As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm,...
80 psl. - ... movings of the Muse's powers ? Nay. For the sunlight that gilds up the towers Of princes — in the sheltered lane reveals The beauty of the primrose, — and unseals Phials of fragrance in the violet's bowers. For Poetry can glad, illume, sustain, And dignify the humblest heart she sways : And though the world the trifles may disdain, Still dear unto the Poet are his lays. And whoso seeketh shall not seek in vain, For joys abundant in her pleasant ways.