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Page 12 - By fhameful variance betwixt Man and Man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common ufe Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of mifery.
Page 36 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Page 61 - Each swelling bud soems fraught with smiles That thinking hearts may share. The tall carnation pink is by, With breath of incense sweet, Unfolding splendors to each eye That will its beauties greet. I sit me by the tulip mound Where Fancy sheds her light; Here gems of every tint abound, Most charming to the sight. The lily of the valley, too, And the forget-me-not, Come forth as stars of light anew To gild the garden spot.
Page 8 - If I were a voice, a persuasive voice, That could travel the wide world through, I would fly on the beams of the morning light, And speak to men with a gentle might, And tell them to be true.
Page 35 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 60 - IS early dawn — and all around Bright dewy flowers I view, Uprising from the fertile ground, Of every form and hue. The waving trees in silken sheen Unfold their blossoms gay ; And on each festooned bough are seen Young minstrel birds at play. The vale, and hill, and balmy grove, With dewy gems are bright; In mountain wilds, where'er we rove. Beauty attracts our sight ; The caroling of happy birds More joyous makes the scene ; And pleasant 'tis to view the herds Trip round the velvet green. Tis...
Page 61 - As stars shine on the sea. Nature in loveliness appears, To gladden every mind; She may dispel our sighs and tears ; True joys in her we find. 'Tis noon — I rest by purling stream, Where grows the ivy vine ; Here oft I've strayed in youthful dream, Plucking the columbine. O, I will sing of flowers — a theme For loftiest pen to dwell ; How faint must weaker efforts seem Their charms divine to tell! Where is the hand would crush a flower, Unheedful of its worth? He who outpours the genial shower...
Page 61 - I've strayed in youthful dream, Plucking the columbine. O, I will sing of flowers — a theme, For loftiest pen to dwell ; How faint must weaker efforts seem Their charms divine to tell. ˆ* Where is the hand would crush a flower Unheedful of its worth ? Him who outpours the genial shower, Is author of its birth.
Page 67 - TEACH ME TO FORGET! FRIENDS depart, and memory takes them To her caverns pure and deep; And a forced smile only wakes them From the shadows where they sleep: Who shall school the heart's affection ? Who will banish its regret ? If you blame my deep dejection— Teach, Oh!
Page 60 - ... birds at play. The vale, and hill, and balmy grove, With dewy gems are bright; In mountain wilds, where'er we rove, Beauty attracts our sight; The caroling of happy birds More joyous makes the scene ; And pleasant 'tis to view the herds Trip round the velvet green. Tis morn — I trace the rosy aisles Of yonder garden rare ; Each swelling bud seems fraught with smiles That thinking hearts may share. The tall carnation pink is by, With breath of incense sweet, Unfolding splendors to each eye That...