Affection: With Other Poemsauthor, 1807 - 210 pages |
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... arm a pillow for thine head , And as thou sighing liest , and swell'd with sorrow , Creep to thy bosom , pour the balm of love Into thy soul , and kiss thee to thy rest ; Then praise our God , and watch thee till the morning . OTWAY ...
... arm a pillow for thine head , And as thou sighing liest , and swell'd with sorrow , Creep to thy bosom , pour the balm of love Into thy soul , and kiss thee to thy rest ; Then praise our God , and watch thee till the morning . OTWAY ...
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... That near it grows , and to the summer's gale Spreads its gay blossoms ; while its rich perfumes Refresh the traveller on his weary way . Yon Ivy too , with its encircling arms Enfolds the 2 AFFECTION UNIVERSAL . Page.
... That near it grows , and to the summer's gale Spreads its gay blossoms ; while its rich perfumes Refresh the traveller on his weary way . Yon Ivy too , with its encircling arms Enfolds the 2 AFFECTION UNIVERSAL . Page.
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With Other Poems Henry Smithers. Yon Ivy too , with its encircling arms Enfolds the sturdy oak , and braves the storm ; Winter may rage , and spend its utmost force In angry tempest , or descending snows ; Meridian suns may dart their ...
With Other Poems Henry Smithers. Yon Ivy too , with its encircling arms Enfolds the sturdy oak , and braves the storm ; Winter may rage , and spend its utmost force In angry tempest , or descending snows ; Meridian suns may dart their ...
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... menial of adventurous Park To Jumbo's plains , and her uncultured sports ; His drooping mother , feeble , aged , blind , Retraced with tender hand his well known form , Well pleased to fold him in her arms again ; BLACKSMITH OF AFRICA . 9.
... menial of adventurous Park To Jumbo's plains , and her uncultured sports ; His drooping mother , feeble , aged , blind , Retraced with tender hand his well known form , Well pleased to fold him in her arms again ; BLACKSMITH OF AFRICA . 9.
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With Other Poems Henry Smithers. Well pleased to fold him in her arms again ; The music of his voice , made rapture play Around her heart , and gladden life's decline . E'en things inanimate have power to charm , Recalling to the heart ...
With Other Poems Henry Smithers. Well pleased to fold him in her arms again ; The music of his voice , made rapture play Around her heart , and gladden life's decline . E'en things inanimate have power to charm , Recalling to the heart ...
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Abba Thulle affection Affection's ALEXANDER POPE altars animal arms attachment beneath benevolence bless'd blessings blest bloom bosom breast bright Britain Britons burst Captain Wilson charm cheer Christian cornac creation dare dark dear death deep delight desart dreadful e'en earth elephant endear'd faithful fate feel female filial flame fond form'd Gelert Gregory Page hand happy HARVARD COLLEGE hath heart heaven honour honour'd hope hour human inclosure Isle land Lee Boo Llewellyn's lofty Lord Lord Nelson Lysippe Macedon midst mind mother muse nature nature's never nursled o'er observed parent Petrarch plains plant pleasure QUADRUPEDS Queen Queen of Denmark race rapture reign religion rich sacred savage scene shores sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit storm strong Struensee sweet tear tender thee Theodosius Theophrastus thou throne tion tomb Twas virtue voice whilst wing wretched yield youth Zaleucus
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Page 206 - Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, "Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him.
Page 137 - Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Page 113 - Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death ! Ah, what was then...
Page 186 - For him, the milk or corn prepare. The storm is o'er; the tempest past; And Mercy's voice has hush'd the blast. The wind is heard in whispers low, The White Man, far away must go; — But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the Negro's care.
Page 137 - Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Page 187 - With man it has often been otherwise. In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark, through honest Sweden...
Page 136 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 184 - The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these : " The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk — no wife to grind his corn.
Page 164 - Do not strike him into that most dreadful of all human conditions, the orphanage that springs not from the grave, that falls not from the hand of Providence or the stroke of death ; but comes before its time, anticipated and inflicted by the remorseless cruelty of parental guilt.
Page 183 - About sunset, however, as I was preparing to pass the night in this manner, and had turned my horse loose that he might graze at liberty, a woman, returning from the labours of the field, stopped to observe me, and perceiving that I was weary and dejected, inquired into my situation, which I briefly explained to her; whereupon, with looks of great compassion, she took up my saddle and bridle, and told me to follow her.