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Page 36
... breast - the idol - gods Of her deep worship - wilt thou coldly point The Beresina - the drear hospital , The frequent snow - mound on the unshelter'd march , Where the lost soldier sleeps ! O War ! War ! War ! Thou false baptized , who ...
... breast - the idol - gods Of her deep worship - wilt thou coldly point The Beresina - the drear hospital , The frequent snow - mound on the unshelter'd march , Where the lost soldier sleeps ! O War ! War ! War ! Thou false baptized , who ...
Page 38
... breast ! And for thy smile ! -thy lip , cheek , brow , Even while I gaze , are kindling now . I call'd thee duteous ; am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to ...
... breast ! And for thy smile ! -thy lip , cheek , brow , Even while I gaze , are kindling now . I call'd thee duteous ; am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to ...
Page 39
... breast The curtain of repose ; Stretch the tired limbs , and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed ! Night is the time for dreams , The gay romance of life ; When truth that is and truth that seems Blend in fantastic strife ; Ah ...
... breast The curtain of repose ; Stretch the tired limbs , and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed ! Night is the time for dreams , The gay romance of life ; When truth that is and truth that seems Blend in fantastic strife ; Ah ...
Page 40
... wreaths of golden light , The trees sent up their arms on high , All leafless to the sight , And sleepy mists came down to lie On the dark breast of night . But now the scene is changed , and all Is 40 YOUNG LADY'S The frosted Trees.
... wreaths of golden light , The trees sent up their arms on high , All leafless to the sight , And sleepy mists came down to lie On the dark breast of night . But now the scene is changed , and all Is 40 YOUNG LADY'S The frosted Trees.
Page 52
... breast ; No pain have they in dying - no shrinking from de- cay- Oh ! could we but return to earth as easily as they ! MISS BOWLES . THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS . THE melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year , Of wailing winds ...
... breast ; No pain have they in dying - no shrinking from de- cay- Oh ! could we but return to earth as easily as they ! MISS BOWLES . THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS . THE melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year , Of wailing winds ...
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