 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...  One Hundred Sonnets - 28 psl.autoriai: Henry Frank Lott - 1851Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1849 - 606 psl.
...than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm impnssionate caress Meeting or parting with the maid I love : A...possess, I scarce would change my state with saints above ! n. Thy love was like a sheltering tree, that grew Over the stream that fed it ; — thine embrace... | |
 | 1849 - 588 psl.
...that " even his failing leans to virtue's side." SONNETS ADDRESSED TO MY MOTHER. BY HENRY FRANK LOTT. Mother, thou know'st how truly I am thine By ties...possess, I scarce would change my state with saints above ! n. Thy love was like a sheltering tree, that grew Over the stream that fed it ; — thine embrace... | |
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