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" Tis only when the dust is thrown Thy lifeless bosom o'er, We muse upon thy kindness shown — And wish we'd loved thee more ! u — 2 Tis only when thy lips are cold, We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old, The days for ever set ! And... "
The Hyacinth, Or, Affection's Gift - Page 96
1850
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The Amulet

1836 - 346 pages
...kindness shown, And wish we'd loved thee more ! 'Tis only when thy lips are cold We mourn — with late regret, "Mid myriad memories of old — The days...sad remembrance fraught, Wakes anguish in the soul ! On every land, in every clime, True to her sacred cause ; Filled by that effluence sublime From which...
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The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 28

Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1836 - 686 pages
...Im- nl /In/ more! 'Tie only when thy lips are cold We mourn — with late regret, 'Mid myriad memoirs of old — The days for ever set ; And not an act,...sad remembrance fraught, Wakes anguish in the soul ! On every land, in every clime, Trae to her sacred cause ; Filled by that affluence sublime From which...
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The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, Volume 1

1841 - 300 pages
...control, How, Mother, is thy heart so strong, But with a sad remembrance fraught, To pity and forbear ? Wakes anguish in the soul : In every land, in every clime, True to her sacred cause ; Pilled by that influence sublime Prom which her strength she draws, Still is the mother's heart the...
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The Mind and Other Poems

Charles Swain - 1841 - 334 pages
...kindness shownAnd wish we 'd loved thee more ! v. 'Tis only when thy lips are cold— We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old— The days for ever set! And not an act—nor look—nor thought— Against thy meek control, But with a sad remembrance fraught Wakes...
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The Ladies' Book of Anecdotes and Sketches of Character

1852 - 460 pages
...with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old — The days forever set, And net an act, or look, or thought, Against thy meek control, But with a sad remembrance fraught, Wakes anguish in the soul ! On every land, in every clime, True to her sacred cause, Fill'd by that influence sublime From which...
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Poems

Charles Swain - 1857 - 340 pages
...kindness shown — And wish we 'd loved thee more ! 'Tis only when thy lips are cold — We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old — * The...sad remembrance fraught Wakes anguish in the soul! On every land — in every clime — True to her sacred cause, Filled by that effluence sublime Prom...
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The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the Poets

Charles Mackay - 1858 - 426 pages
...kindness shown — And wish we'd loved thee more! 'T is only when thy lips are cold, We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old, The days...sad remembrance fraught Wakes anguish in the soul ! 816 On every land — in every clime — True to her sacred cause, Fill'd by that effluence sublime...
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The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the Poets

Charles Mackay - 1858 - 420 pages
...thy kindness shown— And wish we'd loved thee more! "P is only when thy lips are cold, We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old, The days for ever set! And not an act—nor look—nor thought— Against thy meek control, But with a sad remembrance franght Wakes...
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OUR OWN FIRESIDE

REV. CHARLES BULLOCK - 1866 - 724 pages
...kindness shown — And wish we'd loved thee more ! Tie only when thy lips are cold, We mourn, with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old, The days...sad remembrance fraught, Wakes anguish in the soul ! On every land — in every clime — True to her sacred cause, Fill«! by that effluence sublime...
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Sunday readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter

Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1866 - 236 pages
...thy kindness shown — And wish we'd loved thee more ! 'Tis only when thy lips are cold We mourn with late regret, 'Mid myriad memories of old — The days...control, But with a sad remembrance fraught Wakes ansmish in the soul! On every laud — in every clime — True to her sacred cause, Fill'd by that...
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