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FOND AFFECTION'S KISS

... National M'agazine.) On, when we give a fond embrace to her we hold most dear, And catch the bright impassion'd look, which speaks the soul sincere, ,There is a thrill of ecstacy, which nothing can outvie, As we kiss the sweet and glowing lips, which breathe ...

Selected Poetry

... Stlattlo vortri). I- 11 - - - - - - - -1. ? ? 11-11-- l-l- TIuy say it is too hard a word For coward lips to speak; Thev tell us it is seldom heard Where moral power is weak. 'Tis hut two letters though, at most, Two harmless creatures, N and 0: And sure ...

Selected Poetry

... lynx, Jest looks like a didniond in cotton. Her cheeks red as rose,- we wont speak of the nose,- Oh ! beauity's a delicate thing; Of a rose oul the cheek any poet may speak, But of a sose on tile nose we can't sing. BINt never did I in a sleigh hear a ...

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

... if there's aught in this world of blight That breathes of a land of love and light, 'Tis those lips whose accents ever kind Speak peace and hope to the wounded mind; And the breast that bears not that fount of sin- An unforgiving hoart within. ...

[ill] TO THE BOTTLE

... of shame shall gather now In darkling shadows on the onfrenzied brow But, clear and calm, the soul shall, through the eyes, Speak her firm thoughts, nor know her being to despise- No more the MATZ- shall sink beneath his sphere, And make each lowlier living ...

Poetry

... aery echoes bring, Each with each the fine tones blending Of her own peculiar string. Smite the chords, the tones they borrow Speak a language of their own, Thrills of joy, and pangs of sorrow, Hopes of what shall be to-morrow, Sighs for what is gone. Strike ...

Poetry

... d wept, like a soft April morn! The smiles that illumine and dimple that cheek, To my feelings an exquisite laiiigage can speak; But most my fond heart, sympathetic, shall prize The dew of sweet pity that mnelts fromn her eyes! ...

AN ADELPHI DRAMA

... turned dowa the Strand, and when near Bedford Street, Mr. Bateman joined her, They did not speak, but has. tened on together to the cab rank. Witness saw him speak in a hurried mannorto tho cabman, who opened the door of his vehicle, and Mr. Bateman handed ...

PLACES OF WORSHIP

... T'he Church of Ages here ! it~'s -gend lot eachl column bring- Tle ceiling, lilke a Cloud Of Witnesses o'er hovering, Speak to thee-speak alond Speal; clear aud loud-a thunder-peal, Tltotugh heard not by tile eair But to thy soul pronounced with zeal- A ...

Poetry

... Danger by your side. A thoughtless youth will run Its course before the prime; How to provide for Age Is wisdom Think in time! Speak in time! don't linger, Pausing ol the brink; Be your purpose worthy, Utter what you think. Sometimes a word will save, Then ...

Poetry

... i? I.: THE TRUE GENTLEMAN. 'TMs he whose every thought and deed By rule of virtue moves; Whose generous tongue disdains to speak The thing his heart disproves. Who never did a slander forge, His neighbour's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report ...