A bridal gift, by the editor of 'A parting gift to a Christian friend'.1848 |
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Side 19
... sighs that heave her gentle breast , While hope and fear by turns becomes a trembling guest ! 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 ...
... sighs that heave her gentle breast , While hope and fear by turns becomes a trembling guest ! 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 ...
Side 38
... sigh , thy mother's calmer tone , As they give thee to another's arms , - their beautiful , their own . I never saw a bridal , but my eyelid hath been wet , And it always seemed to me as though a joyous crowd were met To see the saddest ...
... sigh , thy mother's calmer tone , As they give thee to another's arms , - their beautiful , their own . I never saw a bridal , but my eyelid hath been wet , And it always seemed to me as though a joyous crowd were met To see the saddest ...
Side 42
... rite requires , From her full bosom bursts the unbidden sigh ; A strange mysterious awe the scene inspires , And on her lips the trembling accents die . -------- O'er her fair face what soft emotions play ! What 12 LINES.
... rite requires , From her full bosom bursts the unbidden sigh ; A strange mysterious awe the scene inspires , And on her lips the trembling accents die . -------- O'er her fair face what soft emotions play ! What 12 LINES.
Side 53
... woman's love . Gaze not upon me with look so sad , My step is firm , and my eye is glad ; This last , last sigh for my home shall be— Past is the trial - I go with thee ! THE WEDDING . BEING A PICTURE OF THE THOUGHTS OF 10-1 53.
... woman's love . Gaze not upon me with look so sad , My step is firm , and my eye is glad ; This last , last sigh for my home shall be— Past is the trial - I go with thee ! THE WEDDING . BEING A PICTURE OF THE THOUGHTS OF 10-1 53.
Side 54
... , With pleasure marks the glassy tide , For lo ! she hears a plaintive sighing , Through distant clouds the vessel spying Of him who seeks his chosen Bride . Another sees a happy dwelling , Surrounded by domestic bliss 54.
... , With pleasure marks the glassy tide , For lo ! she hears a plaintive sighing , Through distant clouds the vessel spying Of him who seeks his chosen Bride . Another sees a happy dwelling , Surrounded by domestic bliss 54.
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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...