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Lord Sidmouth at the Close Life.—'' he said, when speaking of the war* in which Englana been engaged during his

... Lord Sidmouth at the Close Life.—'' he said, when speaking of the war* in which Englana been engaged during his time— I used to think sufferings of war lost in its glory; now I consider glory lost in its sufferings. one's feelings change Life Lord Sidmmth ...

POETRY

... : ; - O ,ET , 4 Speak gently, it is betterfr f ?? iri a To rule by Irlo) than fear.. Speak gently: let no harsh words mnar i.Vh 4,af ~r.hlegood ivm rildrbriej')r ,-n ,,str , 5; ?? fffhy.ietulfts lty UW*r r ?? .it ti; g en tly'1ffiendshtp~ &6d ...

Poetry

... Qsestioss. a k To speak, or not to speak ?-that is the question- Whether 'twere wiser on my part to suffer This odious Popish bill to pass the Lords, b Or make a noble stand against the measure, F And by opposing, crush it. To speak ?-To speak?- c And by that ...

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... For 1 scarce knowv a man who has 5o E llfILEt. NV St THE VOICE OF NITURE. LProm Lamarfina,] The winds a powerful languagc speak,. t In gentle gale or tempest bleak; d The thunder and the lightning dread; f The waves that rush o'er ocean's bed: ° The moon ...

POETRY, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED

... may feel, Thrillitig Iay spirit lone. Ye speak of hope and love, Bright as your hues acid vague as your perfume: Of chiaccg eful, fragile thoughts, that brightly movc illen's hearts atmidst their gloom. Ye speak of human life, Its mysterv-the beautiful ...

Poetry

... him in. The drunkard exclaims I- Fill my cup to the brim, I n water life sinks; but in brandy 'twill swim ; He dies as he speaks, and I make sure of him : I gather him in, I gather him in. The rich man observes his poor neighbour look old, And hugs himself ...

POETRY

... stranger hath no homo. I took him in and bade him tell, What sorrow brokc his youthful spell; Hlis bosom heaved, he could not speak, Tho trembling tear stolo down his chcok, And with a short conviflsive sigh, Said question not, 1 die ! I die I GEORGE BAYLEY ...

Original Poetry

... Tv see that y ou are in the Heart Tlh:.t beats and throbs below. .1 heaven is in a mniden's blush, In Which the soul doth speak, That it was you who sent the flush Into thc maiden's cheek. aestcd -t eves-eyes gently roll'& In shad, s of cchanging blue ...

Poetry

... Lord rose to speak t'other day, He mumbled, and fumbled, nor knew what to say, As his Lordship can never an audience address, But his scattered ideas leave him in a mess; Yet this dull prosing stickler for old orthodoxy. Who can't speak himself, can ...

POETRY

... depths of Ibine own soul Descend; ?? powers unroll- Enargles that long had slumbered In its fathomless 4eptba unnumbered. Speak the word I-the power divinest WIll awake, If thou incllnest, Thnu art ?? Inblan oitn'ingdono; Rule thyseif, thou rulest all ...

PETER PLYMLEY'S LETTERS.—LITERARY LYING

... sold. We feel rather sorry that the Rev. Sydney Smith, a after imitating the equivocations, mental reservations, and, to speak plainly, the downright falsehoods of Sir Walter Scott in his denials of identity with The Great Unknown, did not also imitate ...

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... 0rtuaf TO LEIDA. 'Tis not those burning tears Upon thy maiden cheek; 'Tis not the sigh one scarcely beses From lips that never speak; 'Tis not the glance that fate Hath compassed with a cloud, So touching yet so desolate, Like cliidhood in its shroud: It is ...