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" But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. "
Poems - Page 273
by William Cowper - 1808
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The National Preacher, Volumes 15-16

Religion - 1841 - 592 pages
...and giving vent, in touching numbers, to his soul's deep emotion ? — "My mother ! When I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch, even then life's journey just begun? IVrhaps thou...
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Rudiments of Elocution: Founded on Rush's Philosophy of the Human Voice

Sullivan Hardy Weston - 1841 - 52 pages
...? Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells. EXAMPLE 3.—Sorrow. My Mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? I heard...
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The General Baptist repository, and Missionary observer [afterw.] The ...

1876 - 516 pages
...pathetic lines on the receipt of his mother's picture without tears — " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I sh«d ?" But I need not quote lines so familiar. The phrase in Psalm xxxv. 14, is very expressive —...
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The United States Reader: Containing a Variety of Exercises in Reading ...

John D. Post - Readers - 1842 - 314 pages
...here ! Who bidd'st me honor, with an artless song, Affectionate, a Mother lost so long. I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief6 — Shall steep me in Elysian revery, A momentary dream, that thou art she. ' 3. My Mother...
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Volume 9

Children's literature - 1846 - 872 pages
...adopt the words of Cowper on receiving his mother's picture, " And, while that face renews my flHal grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief — Shall steep me in Elyslan reverie — A momentary dream, that thou art she." I felt it my duty, now and then, as opportunity...
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Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to Campbell

English poetry - 1843 - 368 pages
...artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. I will obey, not willingly' alone, But gladljr, as the precept were her own : And, while that face...weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian revery, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast...
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The Life of William Cowper, Volume 1

Robert Southey - 1843 - 358 pages
...recorded his feelings on this occasion in the most beautiful of his minor poems. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, — Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...
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The Lady's Pearl, Volumes 3-4

Women - 1843 - 316 pages
...mother's grave. There I stand chastened, subdued, penitent and humbled. " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch, even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...
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Perennial Flowers

Children's poetry - 1843 - 184 pages
...anvil, shaped Each burning deed and thought. LONGFELLOW. TO HIS MOTHER. MY mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Thy maidens...
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The Life of William Cowper, Volume 1

Robert Southey - 1843 - 352 pages
...recorded his feelings on this occasion in the most beautiful of his minor poems. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing- son, — Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...
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