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... POETRY. SPEAK NO ILL. Nay, speak tIo ill: a kindly word Can never leave a sting behind; And, oh! to breath each tale we've heard, Is far beneath a noble mind. Full oft a better seed is sown, By choosing thus the kinder plan; For if but little good be ...
... POE TRY. THE DEAF GIRL. ANNE A. FRCMONT. He speaks to them God's word, For all are fix'd in mete attention now, Anid not a lip is stirr'd, But joy bits smiling on each gentle brow. And o'er eaph cheek has stol'n a brighter hue- Oh ! that I could but hear ...
... POETY.| BEAUTY OF W-rINTEtR. TErY speak of summer's brilliant day, - And varm, unclouded night. They speak of summer's glowing sky So deeply blue and bright- They speak of summer's woodland walks So wild and green and sweet, With arching trees above our ...
... earth its produre rich mrilit; htield. L It speaks nf hours, shen. isl the vale, 11 The hissbandinlt breathed out his prayer ro That fleavents wold bless the bad and blade- Reward his industry and cre.| It speaks of clear and azrre lsies- ell o r slinshine ...
... passerby. Still shine the sun, the moon, the stars, With blessing even on me; And, when the evening bell ringaout, Then, Lord, I speak with Thee. One day shall to the good disclose Thy halls of joy and rest, Tben. in my wedding robes. even I Shall seat me as ...
... 'Oh! is there not somethingdearAtugrustustrulysablimo in, tnis warring of the eleuents?' but Augustus's heart was too ul to speak.>-MS. *orte by Lauy e They met. 'twas in a storm, on the deck of a steamer; She spoke in language warmn, Like a sentimeural ...
... niSlt, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wvave ot life kept hearing to and fro. 2-c silently she seen'd to speak, So slowiy mov'd about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Oar very hopes belied our fears, Our fears ...
... shrieking mew sails by- Above thi bepding-willows Across the foamings blUors The wild breeze ho~wls wdith dreary moan ! Alas tthey speak to me Of one beyond the sea, Who, had but Fortune smiled, And our sad fate besniled Had not thus left me mournful and alone ...
... sardonic laughter; Or Breen's broad, stentorian Hear I Or Goulburn's vain attempt to cheer, While dapper-whiskered Ben was speaking, Or melodious Wynn was squeaking His notions on some routine fact, An lively as a turnpike act- That House, where Shaw, and ...
... earthquake shook tme ground: a - turn~-and~, Ic, a lofty ?? nigh, k, Whose worn imud blackened turrets reached the sky, he Speaks all its sorrows, lsb'rin for relief In- With all time doleiul pageantry of grie. e- Their horrent heads its antique hinmnides ...
... gold, ' Grow grey as the old man's, weak and poor, t Who asked for alms at our pillared door ? Will I look as soid, will I speak as slow, As he, when he told us his title of woe; Will my hands then shake, and my eyes hr dint? Tell me, 0 Mother! will I ...
... depths the lover, Fondly seeking, findeth there: On her aewv lips repose All the glories of the rose!? The Lily turned to speak, soft smiling With a proud yet gentle grace, For well she knell the charm beguiling Of her pure and virgin face: 'The whiteness ...