Poems on Different Subjects: Original and SelectedH. H. Brown, Printer, 1819 - 48 pages |
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... hear thy voice , And come without delay ; Forsake their sins and live , On this most holy day . Oh ! may this be to us A real antepast , If we are Saints indeed , We shall be blest at last , With an eternal rest , A Sabbath without end ...
... hear thy voice , And come without delay ; Forsake their sins and live , On this most holy day . Oh ! may this be to us A real antepast , If we are Saints indeed , We shall be blest at last , With an eternal rest , A Sabbath without end ...
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... hear , And never shall forget the parting tear . Adieu , adieu , my heart within me dies , And now I seek a passage to the skies . I've seen the frailty of all things below , This transitory world is but a show ; Where hope deceives and ...
... hear , And never shall forget the parting tear . Adieu , adieu , my heart within me dies , And now I seek a passage to the skies . I've seen the frailty of all things below , This transitory world is but a show ; Where hope deceives and ...
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... hear the aged parent moan , My son , my much lov'd son , alas ! is gone ; " Beneath the briny deep his body lies : " And see the tears stream from her aged eyes . With sympathetic heart fain would I strive To keep the vital spark of ...
... hear the aged parent moan , My son , my much lov'd son , alas ! is gone ; " Beneath the briny deep his body lies : " And see the tears stream from her aged eyes . With sympathetic heart fain would I strive To keep the vital spark of ...
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... strike it higher ; For Oh ! its strains delight my ear , Such as I long and love to hear ; And may you reap , for toils like these , A world of joy , a lasting peace , E3 TO - Y THE gen'rous bard , whose plaintive strains 29.
... strike it higher ; For Oh ! its strains delight my ear , Such as I long and love to hear ; And may you reap , for toils like these , A world of joy , a lasting peace , E3 TO - Y THE gen'rous bard , whose plaintive strains 29.
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... hear ? " I am the grave ! " The grave , that never spake before , Hath found at length a tongue to chide O ! listen - I will speak no more : Be silent , Pride ! " Art thou a wretch , of hope forlorn The victim of consuming care ? Is thy ...
... hear ? " I am the grave ! " The grave , that never spake before , Hath found at length a tongue to chide O ! listen - I will speak no more : Be silent , Pride ! " Art thou a wretch , of hope forlorn The victim of consuming care ? Is thy ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 41 - WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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 ?
Page 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...
Page 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.