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Here paus ' d and shrunk the vision from my view , But conscience colour ' d as
the shade withdrew ; Pierc ' d to the heart , in agony I lay , And , all confusion ,
rose with rising day . But ah ! what hope could morning bring to me , What , but
the ...
Here paus ' d and shrunk the vision from my view , But conscience colour ' d as
the shade withdrew ; Pierc ' d to the heart , in agony I lay , And , all confusion ,
rose with rising day . But ah ! what hope could morning bring to me , What , but
the ...
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I may be an enthusiast ! and methink I was , when in my seven . teenth year I
composed these observations , without being intimately acquainted with the
Scottish dialect I submit them to your decision , and hope that decis sion will be ...
I may be an enthusiast ! and methink I was , when in my seven . teenth year I
composed these observations , without being intimately acquainted with the
Scottish dialect I submit them to your decision , and hope that decis sion will be ...
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And it was her ' s , with pure angelic powers , When shuddering nature own ' d no
art could save , To bid religiou sooth the waning hours , And cheer with hope the
terrors of the grave ! For thee , sweet maid ! through life ' s still varying day ...
And it was her ' s , with pure angelic powers , When shuddering nature own ' d no
art could save , To bid religiou sooth the waning hours , And cheer with hope the
terrors of the grave ! For thee , sweet maid ! through life ' s still varying day ...
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Has run its course , since first , with hope and joy , These trembling arms receiv '
d my darling boy ; Fair was the promise - harmony and grace Sat on his polish ' d
limbs , and deck ' d his infant face , Till pale disease , with withering aspect ...
Has run its course , since first , with hope and joy , These trembling arms receiv '
d my darling boy ; Fair was the promise - harmony and grace Sat on his polish ' d
limbs , and deck ' d his infant face , Till pale disease , with withering aspect ...
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