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Page 20 - Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair. Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly— Dreadfully staring, Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity; Perishing gloomily, Spurn'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into
Page 95 - needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown— He asked for bread and he received a stone.
Page 21 - by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest; Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast; Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving with meekness Her sins to her Saviour.
Page 97 - Cries Sylvia to a Reverend Dean, What reason can be given, Since marriage is a holy thing, That there are none in heaven ? There are no women, he replied ; She quick returns the jest— Women there are, but I'm afraid They cannot find a priest.
Page 13 - How strange it should be that this beautiful snow Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go; How strange it should be when the night comes again, If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain— Fainting—freezing—dying alone, Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan; To be heard
Page 12 - Ringing—swinging—dashing they go, Over the crust of the beautiful snow— Snow so pure when it falls from the sky, As to make one regret to see it lie, To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.
Page 222 - brutes tend their young ones with all the care and delight imaginable ? For how can she be called a mother that will not nurse her young ones ? The earth is called the mother of all things, not because she produces, but because she maintains and nurses what she produces.
Page 102 - Good nature and evenness of temper will give you an easy companion for life ; virtue and good sense an agreeable friend ; love and constancy a good wife or husband. Where we meet one person with all these accomplishments, we find an hundred without any
Page 222 - it afterwards. It grieves me to observe and consider how many poor children are daily ruined by careless nurses, and yet how tender ought they to be of a poor infant, since the least hurt or blow, especially upon the head, may make it senseless, stupid, or otherwise miserable for ever.