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Dear Frank, this morn has usher’d… The manhood of thy days; A boy no more, thou must begin To choose thy future ways; To brace thy arm, and nerve thy he…
HOW can I keep my Christmas feas… In its due festive show, Reft of the sight of the High Pri… From whom its glories flow? I hear the tuneful bells around,
Type of the West, and glorying in… More than in Faith’s pure fame! Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock… Earned upon hostile ground; Wielding Trade’s master-keys, at…
WHENE’ER across this sinful f… I draw the Holy Sign, All good thoughts stir within me,… Their slumbering strength divine; Till there springs up a courage hi…
Fair Cousin, thy page is small to encage the thoughts which engage the mind of a sage, such as I am;
Ladies, well I deem, delight In comely tire to move; Soft, and delicate, and bright, Are the robes they love. Silks, where hues alternate play,
FRAMER of the earth and sky, Ruler of the day and night, With a glad variety, Tempering all, and making light; Gleams upon our dark path flinging…
I am a harp of many chords, and ea… Strung by a separate hand;—most mu… My notes, discoursing with the men… Not the outward ear. Try them, th… With wisdom, fancy, graceful gaiet…
Death was full urgent with thee,… And startling in his speed;— Brief pain, then languor till thy… Such was the path decreed, The hurried road
There is in stillness oft a magic… To calm the breast, when strugglin… Touch’d by its influence, in the s… Diviner feelings, kindred with the… By this the Arab’s kindling thoug…
WHEN mirth is full and free, Some sudden gloom shall be; When haughty power mounts high, The Watcher’s axe is nigh. All growth has bound; when greates…
When Heaven sends sorrow, Warnings go first, Lest it should burst With stunning might On souls too bright
Prune thou thy words; the thoughts… That o’er thee swell and throng;— They will condense within thy soul… And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run
ONCE, as I brooded o’er my guilt… A fever seized me, duties to devis… To buy me interest in my Saviour’… Not that His love I would extenua… But scourge and penance, masterful…
Let the sun summon all his beams t… Bright pageant in his court, the c… Earth trim her fields and leaf her… Till the dull month with summer-sp… It is my Birthday;—and I fain wou…