A bridal gift, by the editor of 'A parting gift to a Christian friend'.1848 |
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Side 19
... Look to her heart ! what thoughts are passing there , That cast a pensive shadow o'er her brow ! Thoughts , in which love's bright dream can claim no share , ( Yet thoughts , which love himself must still allow , ) 19 Rush o'er her soul ...
... Look to her heart ! what thoughts are passing there , That cast a pensive shadow o'er her brow ! Thoughts , in which love's bright dream can claim no share , ( Yet thoughts , which love himself must still allow , ) 19 Rush o'er her soul ...
Side 20
... look of love Yet hovers o'er her ; or a mother's voice , Whose gentle accents sanction and approve The object of her young heart's early choice , Dwells in her ear ; but who shall dare reveal All the fond , tender thoughts that through ...
... look of love Yet hovers o'er her ; or a mother's voice , Whose gentle accents sanction and approve The object of her young heart's early choice , Dwells in her ear ; but who shall dare reveal All the fond , tender thoughts that through ...
Side 24
... look reprove ; To lay her heart before him as the shrine That it was sworn to worship ; to win back The wanderer's erring feet to virtue's peaceful track ; These , and a thousand cares like these beside , Make up the lot of woman ; all ...
... look reprove ; To lay her heart before him as the shrine That it was sworn to worship ; to win back The wanderer's erring feet to virtue's peaceful track ; These , and a thousand cares like these beside , Make up the lot of woman ; all ...
Side 39
... look of care , for that which decks it now . And when I think how often I have seen thee , with thy mild And lovely look , and step of air , and bearing like a child , Oh ! how mournfully , how mournfully the thought comes o'er my brain ...
... look of care , for that which decks it now . And when I think how often I have seen thee , with thy mild And lovely look , and step of air , and bearing like a child , Oh ! how mournfully , how mournfully the thought comes o'er my brain ...
Side 40
... look to second causes , and forget the first . He that sendeth the pre- sent is the giver , and not he that bringeth it to us . It is a gain , a new talent , wherewith God entrusts you , to occupy withal , and manage for His glory . He ...
... look to second causes , and forget the first . He that sendeth the pre- sent is the giver , and not he that bringeth it to us . It is a gain , a new talent , wherewith God entrusts you , to occupy withal , and manage for His glory . He ...
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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...