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Poems on Different Subjects, Original and Selected (Classic Reprint)
Elizabeth C. Jones
No preview available - 2016
aching adieu afflicted art thou babe blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm cease cheer child danger dear DEATH delight Dwelling earth eternal ev'ry eyes fair father feel felt flowers forever give gloomy gone grace grave grief hand happiness hear heart heav'nly Heaven hope hour infant kind kiss known LADY leave light live look LORD loss lost lov'd maid meet mind morn mother's mourn Muse ne'er never o'er o’er pain path peace pleasure POEMS poor praise pure raise realms RELIGION resign rest rich rise rose Saints scene seems sigh sing skies sleep smile soon sooth sorrow sought soul sound spirit springs storms sweet sympathy tears thee thine things thought toil tomb tongue tranquil trust virtue visions wild wounds
Page 41 - Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view ; And. while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true.
Page 33 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Page 37 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Page 34 - By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ; By the dread secrets of my womb ; By Death and Hell; " I charge thee LIVE ! repent and pray, In dust thine infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy : go thy way, And sin no more.
Page 42 - THERE is a calm the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe ; There is a peace that dwells within the breast When all without is stormy and distrest ; There is a light that gilds the darkest hour, When dangers thicken, and when tempests lour. That calm to faith, and hope, and love is given That peace remains when all beside is riven. That light shines down to man direct from heaven ! EDMESTON.
Page 39 - Sunk in self-consuming anguish, Can the poor heart always ache ? No, the tortured nerve will languish, Or the strings of life must break.
Page 36 - To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim A surer blow ?
Page 36 - Seek the true treasure, seldom found, Of power the fiercest griefs to calm ; And soothe the bosom's deepest wound With heavenly balm. " Did WOMAN'S charms thy youth beguile, — And did the fair one faithless prove ? Hath she betray'd thee with...