Metrical effusions, or, Verses on various occasions [by B. Barton].S. Loder, 1812 - 223 pages |
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... deep remorse is thine ; How in the wreath which decks thine awful brow , The cypress with the willow should entwine , Alas ! my plaintive lyre , a gloomy theme is mine ! Far different visions happier bards have seen , Far different A 2 ...
... deep remorse is thine ; How in the wreath which decks thine awful brow , The cypress with the willow should entwine , Alas ! my plaintive lyre , a gloomy theme is mine ! Far different visions happier bards have seen , Far different A 2 ...
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... deep blush , and pensive brow . Delightful hours ! yet stay enchanting spell ! Oh ! banish truth and horror for a while ; And let his fancy some few moments dwell On dreams of happiness , which may beguile His sense of wo , and bid his ...
... deep blush , and pensive brow . Delightful hours ! yet stay enchanting spell ! Oh ! banish truth and horror for a while ; And let his fancy some few moments dwell On dreams of happiness , which may beguile His sense of wo , and bid his ...
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... deep profound . No mourning relatives to gather round , And watchful stand to catch my parting sigh ; Excluded from the sacred churchyard's bound , Where Father , Mother , Sisters , Brothers lie , Who o'er my poor remains shall cast a ...
... deep profound . No mourning relatives to gather round , And watchful stand to catch my parting sigh ; Excluded from the sacred churchyard's bound , Where Father , Mother , Sisters , Brothers lie , Who o'er my poor remains shall cast a ...
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... Deep sounding caves reecho back the strain , And the hoarse murmur creeps along the shore . No sportive lambs frisk o'er the verdant lawn , Or bleat responsive to the echoing vale ; No more fresh breezes scent the breath of morn , Or ...
... Deep sounding caves reecho back the strain , And the hoarse murmur creeps along the shore . No sportive lambs frisk o'er the verdant lawn , Or bleat responsive to the echoing vale ; No more fresh breezes scent the breath of morn , Or ...
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... , They saw their darling Jane must early die ; Th ' expected blow a deep affliction gave ; And she , with languid smile , survey'd the opening grave . And wherefore from the maiden's pallid cheek Was fled each E 2 67.
... , They saw their darling Jane must early die ; Th ' expected blow a deep affliction gave ; And she , with languid smile , survey'd the opening grave . And wherefore from the maiden's pallid cheek Was fled each E 2 67.
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