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... Margaret Davidson .. ! . 7. To My Sister Lucretia .. 8. Voices of English Birds . 9. My Mother's Sigh 10. Accomplishments .... .... 11. The Clergyman's Daughter 12. To a Departed Friend .... 13. The Old Elm of Newbury .. 14. The Farmer ...
... Margaret Davidson .. ! . 7. To My Sister Lucretia .. 8. Voices of English Birds . 9. My Mother's Sigh 10. Accomplishments .... .... 11. The Clergyman's Daughter 12. To a Departed Friend .... 13. The Old Elm of Newbury .. 14. The Farmer ...
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... Margaret Davidson . “ Twilight ! sweet hour of pea . ` , Now art thou stealing on ; Cease from thy tumult , thought ! and ncy , cease ! Day and its cares are gone ! Mysterious hour ! Thy magic power Steals o'er my heart like music's ...
... Margaret Davidson . “ Twilight ! sweet hour of pea . ` , Now art thou stealing on ; Cease from thy tumult , thought ! and ncy , cease ! Day and its cares are gone ! Mysterious hour ! Thy magic power Steals o'er my heart like music's ...
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... Margaret Davidson . " A spirit from the world hath fled , A soul from earth departed ; While mourners weep above the dead , Despairing , broken - hearted ! ― Through the vast fields of viewless time That conscious soul hath gone , — To ...
... Margaret Davidson . " A spirit from the world hath fled , A soul from earth departed ; While mourners weep above the dead , Despairing , broken - hearted ! ― Through the vast fields of viewless time That conscious soul hath gone , — To ...
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... Margaret Davidson . " I see her seraph form , her flowing hair , Her brow and cheek so exquisitely fair , Her smiling lips , her dark eye's radiant beam ! A dream ? -This is not , cannot be a dream ! " III . " ASPIRATED OROTUND ...
... Margaret Davidson . " I see her seraph form , her flowing hair , Her brow and cheek so exquisitely fair , Her smiling lips , her dark eye's radiant beam ! A dream ? -This is not , cannot be a dream ! " III . " ASPIRATED OROTUND ...
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... lot be cast With much resemblance of the past , Thy worn - out heart will break at last , My Mary ! * Pronounced , huzzwifs . EXERCISE VI . EARLY TRAITS OF MARGARET DAVIDSON . Washington 56 YOUNG LADIEs ' reader . Twilight.
... lot be cast With much resemblance of the past , Thy worn - out heart will break at last , My Mary ! * Pronounced , huzzwifs . EXERCISE VI . EARLY TRAITS OF MARGARET DAVIDSON . Washington 56 YOUNG LADIEs ' reader . Twilight.
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Page 24 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 119 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 346 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 169 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 387 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 120 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Page 382 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Page 385 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 180 - Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.