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Page 223 - Thou hast left sorrow in thy song, A voice not loud, but deep ! The glorious bowers of earth among, How often didst thou weep ! Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground Thy tender thoughts and high ? — Now peace the woman's heart hath found, And joy the poet's eye.
Page 366 - TO A FAMILY BIBLE. What household thoughts around thee, as their shrine, Cling reverently! — of anxious looks beguiled, My mother's eyes, upon thy page divine, Each day were bent; — her accents, gravely mild, Breathed out thy lore : whilst I, a dreamy child...
Page 366 - A seed not lost; — for which, in darker years, O Book of Heaven ! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee ! III.
Page 298 - Tell me no more, no more Of my soul's lofty gifts ! Are they not vain To quench its haunting thirst for happiness ? Have I not loved, and striven, and...
Page 321 - No one's concerns, no one's thoughts and opinions, no one's tastes and pleasures, seemed beneath him. He made himself so thoroughly the companion of those with whom he happened to be, that they forgot, for a time, his vast superiority, and only recollected, and wondered...
Page 402 - With whose thick orchard blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream.
Page 299 - As would have made life precious. I. ONE dream of passion and of beauty more ! And in its bright fulfilment let me pour My soul away ! Let earth retain a trace Of that which lit my being, though its race Might have been loftier far.
Page 388 - I sometimes feel my health so deeply prostrated, that I cannot imagine how I am ever to be raised up again. But a greater freedom from those cares, of which I have been obliged to bear up under the whole responsibility, may do much to restore me ; and though my spirits are greatly subdued by long sickness, I feel the powers of my mind in full maturity...