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Page 83 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed she had Another morn than ours.
Page 82 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may...
Page 82 - No rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away! When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
Page 81 - Twas very kind to bring them both (What boots for my new Brussels !) "What! little Clara left at home? Well now I call that shabby : I should have loved to kiss her so (A flabby, dabby, babby !) "And Mr.
Page 81 - You'll give me longer measure; Nay I shall see you down the stairs (With most uncommon pleasure!) "Good-bye ! good-bye ! remember all, Next time you'll take your dinners ! (Now, David, mind I'm not at home In future to the Skinners...
Page 81 - I REALLY take it very kind This visit, Mrs. Skinner! I have not seen you such an age (The wretch has come to dinner!) ' Your daughters, too, what loves of girls What heads for painters
Page 48 - He could not see where to go If you did not twinkle so.* In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright, and tiny spark Lights the traveler in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Page 81 - What! must you go? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure; Nay I shall see you down the stairs (With most uncommon pleasure!) 'Goodbye! goodbye! remember all Next time you'll take your dinners! (Now, David, mind I'm not at home In future to the Skinners...