Poems on Different Subjects: Original and SelectedH. H. Brown, Printer, 1819 - 48 страници |
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... bosom flows . Much do I wish ' twere thine to know Thro ' life such innocent delights , Fair days of pleasure , free from woe , And forever tranquil nights . But ah ! I know it cannot be , I must , alas , the truth disclose ; From ...
... bosom flows . Much do I wish ' twere thine to know Thro ' life such innocent delights , Fair days of pleasure , free from woe , And forever tranquil nights . But ah ! I know it cannot be , I must , alas , the truth disclose ; From ...
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... bosom knew no stains . The vital air thou just înhal'd , And saw thy mother's face , Clasp'd to her breast weak nature fail'd , Thou died in love's embrace . Adieu , my sweet and precious child , I give thee back to God ; I'll deck thy ...
... bosom knew no stains . The vital air thou just înhal'd , And saw thy mother's face , Clasp'd to her breast weak nature fail'd , Thou died in love's embrace . Adieu , my sweet and precious child , I give thee back to God ; I'll deck thy ...
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... bosom , Ev'ry pang that wrings thy heart , Ev'ry gushing tear that trembles , And each bitter piercing smart I can feel with kindred sorrow , And can truly sympathise ; But to mourn will not avail us , Let us look beyond the skies ...
... bosom , Ev'ry pang that wrings thy heart , Ev'ry gushing tear that trembles , And each bitter piercing smart I can feel with kindred sorrow , And can truly sympathise ; But to mourn will not avail us , Let us look beyond the skies ...
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... bosom , long forsaken , The dear cherub close I press'd , On her lips a kiss imprinted , Then most sweetly sunk to rest , ; Oh ! my God , look down propitious , Smile upon my darling babe If it please thee , deign to bless her , And her ...
... bosom , long forsaken , The dear cherub close I press'd , On her lips a kiss imprinted , Then most sweetly sunk to rest , ; Oh ! my God , look down propitious , Smile upon my darling babe If it please thee , deign to bless her , And her ...
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... bosom grieve ? Was never pain an inmate there , To tell how cold the Muses are ? How high Parnassus ' giddy steep- How many pilgrims there that weep ? Oh say ! have not thy mind's rich powers Been wand'ring through the Muses ' bowers ...
... bosom grieve ? Was never pain an inmate there , To tell how cold the Muses are ? How high Parnassus ' giddy steep- How many pilgrims there that weep ? Oh say ! have not thy mind's rich powers Been wand'ring through the Muses ' bowers ...
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adieu art thou Authoress balm bless'd blessed blest world bliss bloom breast With virtue's breath bright calm cherub child clasp'd dear Madam DEATH earth eternal rest Ev'ry sigh eyes fair fled flowers forever FORGIVE the Muse free from woe friendship giddy steep gone grace grateful heart grave H. H. BROWN happiness with fear heav'nly maid Heaven hope the gloomy hour can cheer infant joys can never kiss live lov'd lovely Harriet Lyre METHINKS mind mourn ne'er o'er pain pang Parnassus peace plac'd pleasure POEMS ON DIFFERENT realms repine rich rose SABBATH Saints scene skies sleep smile soon will meet sooth sorrow soul sweet sweetly sympathy tears temper happiness tempest thee thine thro thy bosom thy heart thy love Thy mother's face thy praise Tis pure RELIGION tranquil wisdom blest troubled breast trust vale of tears virtue's tranquil wisdom weary pilgrims found Who'er enjoys th wounds
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Страница 41 - Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view ; And. while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true.
Страница 41 - WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away.
Страница 33 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Страница 37 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Страница 34 - By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ; By the dread secrets of my womb ; By Death and Hell; " I charge thee LIVE ! repent and pray, In dust thine infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy : go thy way, And sin no more.
Страница 42 - THERE is a calm the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe ; There is a peace that dwells within the breast When all without is stormy and distrest ; There is a light that gilds the darkest hour, When dangers thicken, and when tempests lour. That calm to faith, and hope, and love is given That peace remains when all beside is riven. That light shines down to man direct from heaven ! EDMESTON.
Страница 39 - Sunk in self-consuming anguish, Can the poor heart always ache ? No, the tortured nerve will languish, Or the strings of life must break.
Страница 36 - To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim A surer blow ?
Страница 36 - Seek the true treasure, seldom found, Of power the fiercest griefs to calm ; And soothe the bosom's deepest wound With heavenly balm. " Did WOMAN'S charms thy youth beguile, — And did the fair one faithless prove ? Hath she betray'd thee with...
Страница 37 - The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die ! TEN YEARS AGO.— AA WATTS.