Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena |
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... truth : Taste long admired , sense long revered ; And all my Mary then appeared . If she , by merit since disclosed , Prove twice the woman I supposed , I plead that double merit now , To justify a double vow . Here then to - day ...
... truth : Taste long admired , sense long revered ; And all my Mary then appeared . If she , by merit since disclosed , Prove twice the woman I supposed , I plead that double merit now , To justify a double vow . Here then to - day ...
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... truth , That flits across the brain ; And love is the theme of that early dream , So wild , so warm , so new , That all our after years , I deem , That early dream we rue . Oh ! there is a dream of maturer years , More turbulent by far ...
... truth , That flits across the brain ; And love is the theme of that early dream , So wild , so warm , so new , That all our after years , I deem , That early dream we rue . Oh ! there is a dream of maturer years , More turbulent by far ...
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... truth ; Whose life , beyond preceptive wisdom , taught The great in conduct , and the pure in thought ; These still exist , by thee to fame consigned , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From thee sweet hope her airy coloring ...
... truth ; Whose life , beyond preceptive wisdom , taught The great in conduct , and the pure in thought ; These still exist , by thee to fame consigned , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From thee sweet hope her airy coloring ...
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... truth , He felt no scathe , he knew no ruth , Save Love's sweet wounds alone ; He thought but of two soft blue eyes , He sought no gain but Beauty's prize , And sweeter held Love's saddest sighs Than Music's softest tone . TIME'S ...
... truth , He felt no scathe , he knew no ruth , Save Love's sweet wounds alone ; He thought but of two soft blue eyes , He sought no gain but Beauty's prize , And sweeter held Love's saddest sighs Than Music's softest tone . TIME'S ...
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... Truth that will not fade : The Wreath is wove ; do Thou , blest Power , That brood'st o'er leaflet , fruit , and flower , Embalm it with thy love ; O make it such as angels wear , Pure , bright , as decked earth's first - born pair ...
... Truth that will not fade : The Wreath is wove ; do Thou , blest Power , That brood'st o'er leaflet , fruit , and flower , Embalm it with thy love ; O make it such as angels wear , Pure , bright , as decked earth's first - born pair ...
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ANON beam beautiful beneath birth-day blessed bliss bloom breast breath bright brighter brow BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES by-past change of season charm cheerful child childhood's clouds dark dear delight dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK fade Fancy fears flowers FORGET THEE FORGET-ME-NOT friends friendship gaze gems Genie glow golden gone grace grief happy hath heart heaven hope JANE TAYLOR KATRINAH leaves life's light Love's lyre MEMORY morning mother muse ne'er never night nosegay o'er pain past-now path peace PHILOPENE pleasure praise rapture reck'st remember retrospective rill roam ROBERT BURNS scenes sere shade shadows shed shine sigh silver cord skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul spirit spring stars strife sunshine sweet tempest There's a crown thine things Thou art thought THRUSH vale of tears visions voice wandering weep wild youth
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Page 14 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 13 - With ardour as intense, as pure, As when, amidst the rites divine, I took thy troth, and plighted mine), To thee, sweet girl, my second ring A token and a pledge I bring : With this I wed, till death us part, Thy riper virtues to my heart ; Those virtues which, before untried, The wife has added to the bride ; Those virtues, whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlock's very name, My soul enjoys, my song approves, For conscience
Page 38 - Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended ! When ranting round in pleasure's ring. Religion may be blinded ; Or, if she gie a random sting, It may be little minded ; But when on life we're tempest-driv'n, A conscience but a canker — A correspondence fix'd wi...
Page 118 - So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most, Is all we can have of the few we hold dear ; And oft even joy is unheeded and lost, For want of some heart, that could echo it, near. Ah, well may we hope, when this short life is gone, To meet in some world of more permanent bliss, For a smile, or a grasp of the hand, hast'ning on, Is all we enjoy of each other in this.
Page 81 - Th' imperfect picture o'er again, With power to add, retouch, efface The lights and shades, the joy and pain, How little of the past would stay ! How quickly all should melt away — All — but that freedom of the mind Which hath been more than wealth to me ; Those friendships, in my boyhood twined, And kept till now unchangingly ; And that dear home, that saving ark, Where Love's true light at last I 've found, Cheering within, when all grows dark, And comfortless, and stormy round ! FANCY.
Page 14 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Page 38 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Page 81 - tis not thus the voice, that dwells In sober birth-days, speaks to me; Far otherwise - of time it tells...
Page 23 - FOR what shall I praise thee, my. God and my king? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for ease ? For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace ? Shall I praise thee...
Page 85 - O Memory ! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain...