The Soldier's Orphan, 3. kötet

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1809
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25. oldal - Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it ; Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
25. oldal - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
12. oldal - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
133. oldal - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
193. oldal - ... thy song is lovely ! It is lovely, O Malvina! but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad.
46. oldal - Support me, every friend ; Your kind assistance lend, To bear the weight of this oppressive woe. Alas! each friend of mine, My dear departed love, so much was thine, That none has any comfort to bestow. My books, the best relief In every other grief, Are now with your idea...
14. oldal - Though they sound in my ear like despair. Saw you a child with golden hair ? 'Twas love, his eyes so sweetly shining, All hearts to tenderness inclining, Yet oh ! beware, How sweet was his voice, when, hand link'd in hand, We pass'd o'er scenes of fairy land ; But he left me, unpitied, to fate ! And o'er my sinking head the storm blew desolate. Then he whom I lov'd — but I will not complain, Though T never, oh never, shall see him again.
40. oldal - God ; to make all the reparation in his power for the injury he had...

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