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Page 5 - Poems, has lately become favorably known to the intelligent public, by her " Select Readings and Recitations of Poetry and Dramatic Writings." She has adopted this mode of sustaining herself and her three children, left dependent on her exertions. Her own
Page 21 - But the sunbeams creep, And with victor sweep Falls the dispelling ray, And the shadowy hosts, Like pallid ghosts, Melt in an hour away. Then smile the pretty blue-bells, O'er all the rifted slopes, Clinging, with graceful sweetness, Types of innocent young hopes : And all around is beauty, And all above is light, While far down in the deep sea's cave Sings the pale water-sprite — As that pensive
Page 25 - Pleasures cadenced into pain — Thou it was that forged the fetters — Would that I could break the chain ! For the galling links of iron Rust within the human heart, And the soaring spirit's fettered By the poison and the smart.
Page 30 - Twill fire the languor of my breast, To feel me worthy thee ; 'Tis for THY sake I fearless tread The tangled maze of Time, Would lay me on Prometheus' bed, To win one smile of thine.
Page 5 - Lesdernier — she has assumed her maiden name — was born in Maine ; her mother was a descendant of the Puritans, her father a Frenchman. She seems to unite the vivacity and versatility of the one race, with ^ the steadfast purpose and persevering energy of the other. She evidently has a genius for the profession "> she is pursuing. We trust her talents will meet with warm encouragement.
Page 26 - Thou hast thrown aside thy duty ; But a mother's heart is strong, And to win life's fearful battle, I will wrestle 'mid...
Page 30 - Promethcus' bed, To win one smile of thine. But thou, unconscious of thy power My happiness to be, 'Wilt linger still in Fancy's bower, Unmindful all of me. While I the toilsome steep shall climb. Unheeded and alone, Thou'lt bask in Beanty's loving smile, And clasp her trembling zone.
Page 29 - E'en like the gentle flower, Its fragrance sweet will upward spring, In sorrow's darkest hour. And though the storm impetuous beat On my defenceless head, I'll lure some phantom still to cheat My soul from fear and dread. I'll snatch one laurel from the wreath On Genius' flushing brow ; And, wafted by Ambition's breath, I'll steer my shallop's prow.
Page 38 - Thy fervent prayer had power, mother, 0 ! it has been a spell ; When the world looked cold and dreary, In balmy dews it fell, — Soothing the tortured soul, mother, And whispering, " Peace, be still,1' To all the deep and bitter founts That swell the proud heart's rill.