A bridal gift, by the editor of 'A parting gift to a Christian friend'.1848 |
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... dwell and reign for ever ; —it was not till the unveiling of this mystery , hidden from ages and generations , that each man could see the reason and the glory of the institution , which made him leave his father and mother , and cleave ...
... dwell and reign for ever ; —it was not till the unveiling of this mystery , hidden from ages and generations , that each man could see the reason and the glory of the institution , which made him leave his father and mother , and cleave ...
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... dwell Where truth and love have made their sanctuary Chide not these mournful smiles , these gentle tears , Like April's dewy showers , through which the sun appears . And now the rite is o'er - the white - robed train , ' Mid joyous ...
... dwell Where truth and love have made their sanctuary Chide not these mournful smiles , these gentle tears , Like April's dewy showers , through which the sun appears . And now the rite is o'er - the white - robed train , ' Mid joyous ...
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... dwell , For beauty's short - lived flower must fade . No , Lady ! cease thy modest fears ! More pleased his artless muse would feel , To consecrate the filial tears Which from thy trembling eyelids steal ; 60006 . ADDRESSED TO A ...
... dwell , For beauty's short - lived flower must fade . No , Lady ! cease thy modest fears ! More pleased his artless muse would feel , To consecrate the filial tears Which from thy trembling eyelids steal ; 60006 . ADDRESSED TO A ...
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... dwell , For beauty's short - lived flower must fade . No , Lady ! cease thy modest fears ! More pleased his artless muse would feel , To consecrate the filial tears Which from thy trembling eyelids steal ; To cherish , on this joyful ...
... dwell , For beauty's short - lived flower must fade . No , Lady ! cease thy modest fears ! More pleased his artless muse would feel , To consecrate the filial tears Which from thy trembling eyelids steal ; To cherish , on this joyful ...
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... dwell with a calm unshrinking mind On the scenes that I seek , and leave behind ; My future fate in a glass I see , And my choice is fixed- I will go with thee ! What though my kinsman should withhold The lavish stores of his promised ...
... dwell with a calm unshrinking mind On the scenes that I seek , and leave behind ; My future fate in a glass I see , And my choice is fixed- I will go with thee ! What though my kinsman should withhold The lavish stores of his promised ...
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angelic train angels azure skies beauty beloved BISHOP KEN blessing blest bliss breath Bride bright brow calm cerned charms Christ Christian comfort companion COWPER darkness reigns dear death delight divine domestic dwell earth earthly endearing eng eng eng eternal fade fair faith fear feel flowers fraught friendship gentle GEOFFRY CRAYON glory go with thee grace grave grief hand happiness hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour husband husbands and wives JEREMY TAYLOR joyous kindred LADY land leal leave life's light look Lord love's marriage Mary mind ne'er never o'er panions praise prayer rapture scene seek share shine sigh smile song sorrow soul storms sunshine sweet tears tell tender thine thing thou art thought thy spirit tie that binds TIGHE union unschooled voice wedded ween weep wife wilt thou Woman's Love world unknown youth
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Side 58 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Side 125 - Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow— Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary!
Side 92 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 107 - When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Side 125 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Side 124 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy...
Side 59 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Side 65 - Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born and destined to the skies again.
Side 127 - No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living.
Side 127 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights ; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection — when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart...