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Page 464 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 314 - mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone — " O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!
Page 317 - She lay beneath a snowy veil ; The frost of death was in her eye ; Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale ; — He moved the robe from off the child ; The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled.
Page 317 - neath a snowy veil ; The frost of death was in her eye, Her cheek was cold and hard and pale. He moved the robe from off the child, — The babe looked up and sweetly smiled ! SEBA SMITH.
Page 106 - And ttie said town is hereby invested with all the powers, privileges and immunities, which other towns in this Commonwealth do or may enjoy by law.
Page 299 - AT THE FIRESIDE.* At nightfall by the firelight's cheer My little Margaret sits me near, And begs me tell of things that were When I was little just like her. Ah ! little lips, you touch the spring Of sweetest sad remembering, And hearth and heart flash all aglow With ruddy tints of long ago. I at my father's fireside sit, Youngest of all who circle it, And beg him tell me what did he When he was little just like me.
Page 299 - At the Fireside." At nightfall by the firelight's cheer My little Margaret sits me near, And begs me tell of things that were When I was little, just like her. Ah, little lips ! you touch the spring Of sweetest sad remembering, And heart and hearth flash all aglow With ruddy tints of long ago.