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Nor is it hope — that longing hope, Viewed through time's flattering telescope,
Which leads us 'mid far years to mope, Then prithee whence that sigh ? Hope,
did they say ? how can it be ? Thy only wish is placidly To slumber on thy
mother's ...
Nor is it hope — that longing hope, Viewed through time's flattering telescope,
Which leads us 'mid far years to mope, Then prithee whence that sigh ? Hope,
did they say ? how can it be ? Thy only wish is placidly To slumber on thy
mother's ...
Page 221
The sentimental pitied them ; the censorious shook their heads doubtingly ; and
the good contented themselves with a hope that beings so accomplished and
beautiful had not committed any indiscretion that might compromise their future ...
The sentimental pitied them ; the censorious shook their heads doubtingly ; and
the good contented themselves with a hope that beings so accomplished and
beautiful had not committed any indiscretion that might compromise their future ...
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Should hold all other passions in control, Blending its varied beauties with thine
own ; Happy,' indeed, is he upon whose brow The withering hand of time hath left
no trace Of blighted hope, — of heart that, sunken low In grief of its own making, ...
Should hold all other passions in control, Blending its varied beauties with thine
own ; Happy,' indeed, is he upon whose brow The withering hand of time hath left
no trace Of blighted hope, — of heart that, sunken low In grief of its own making, ...
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Hope Dale seems the sport of Nature, or rather the repose ; as if, tired of rearing
rocks, raising mountains, and extending heaths, she spread uutHope Dale with
all her sylvan graces, and drew the beautiful Derwent, the parent river of ...
Hope Dale seems the sport of Nature, or rather the repose ; as if, tired of rearing
rocks, raising mountains, and extending heaths, she spread uutHope Dale with
all her sylvan graces, and drew the beautiful Derwent, the parent river of ...
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And then, if death should dim the flower Of many a sad and lonely scene, Beyond
the skies there is a bower, A hope for sweet Nineteen! R. Augustine. STANZAS
TO MEMORY. When sunset sheds its parting ray, And brightly gilds the azure ...
And then, if death should dim the flower Of many a sad and lonely scene, Beyond
the skies there is a bower, A hope for sweet Nineteen! R. Augustine. STANZAS
TO MEMORY. When sunset sheds its parting ray, And brightly gilds the azure ...
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