[ill] SPEAK NOT TRACE KOT

... --l e 91 ipitt . I - b . .P4 . _ (risoM CES 01' LORD BYROAe) & speak iEt. 4AJ~osqt. beathe nqt thy name, 'l'hcre is ?? were guilt in the flume ut the tear w~hichs now burns on my cheek may hipart The dej, ebougtit that dwells in that silence of heart ...

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 ...

POETRY

... -POY- - I.POE TR ye i: 4 SONNET. HTI a language that's gut4e,`dr's a silence that speaks, There Is something that cannot be told, There are words that can only be read on the cheebs, And thoughat but the eyes can unfold. There's a look so expressive, ...

MYRA

... taste pretors those ma'--ic snu lHs- '1hat rais' the soul bavond earth's boutds-. The lves .of dle!)'es voica! 2. To brat her speak-so eat tcr power- I dail: listen by the hour, .And could fot eve- stav ! MIv mind, enchanted, liogers till, Until constrain'd ...

THE WHY AND THE WHEREFORE

... Freeborn Britons P-Because we can't en- joy the light of Heaven through a window without paying for it; or write, speak, or go to bear others speak, without the risk of banishment, &c. Why are they called tie Servants fthe 'Crownu -Because thev serve themselves ...

VERSES BY ALLAN CUNNINGHAM

... of the soul are o'er! . These simple pleasures past away S YMPATHY. .TnrPaX's a language-that's mute, there's a silence can speak, There's a something that caauot' be told; . There are words that can only be read oen the cheek And thoughts, but the eyes ...

A MOTHER'S LOVE

... of leading oni -re the throne of God some wandering son ? East thou witnessed the angels' bright employ? Tben wuiyese thou speak of a mother's joy. Evening and morn, hast thou watched the bee 6o forth on her errands of industry ? The bkee for herself iath ...

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 ...

OH! AM I NOT A LOVER STILL?

... soul the sanme-j As whetl I sought thy bower first, And learnt to breathe thy name? Oh ! look I not as proud of thee? Oh ! speak I not as kind ? Anid whet. I leave thee, do I not Leave joy itself behind ? The love I offered long-ago - Is bitt matured by ...

POETRY

... alike the eye may deem, ne But yet it is not so! WE Wlhy to the cold and careless throng WI The secret grief reveal by Why speak of one who was, to those prb Who do not-cannot feel? eff No! Joy may light the brown-unknow1, Unseen, the tear-drop flowV; ...

Poets' Corner

... and in tbine eyes Look for all comfort? Listening to the soued Of thy gay innocent voice, have'I not found Intense delight, speaking it with my sighst? Thao didst not know it, but I shaped replies, That so thy converse, with unbroken round Of melody, as ...

Poets' Corner

... 6v. eet smile, as 'twere a passing cloud, And such pure dignity of love atosved, Tlai iii mv eyes moy full soul strove to speak. Then knewv I how the spirits of the blest Communion hold in Heaven; sobeamed setene That pitying thought, by every eye unseen ...