The Favourite of Nature, المجلد 3

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G. and W. B. Whittaker, 1821
 

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الصفحة 318 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
الصفحة 290 - When, at eve, at the boundary of the landscape, the heaven appears to recline so closely on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, a native land of love, and Nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.
الصفحة 316 - Still pour the fervent prayer. And ye, whose smile must greet my eye No more, nor voice my ear, Who breathe for me the tender sigh, And shed the pitying tear ; Whose kindness (though far, far removed) My grateful thoughts perceive, Pride of my life, esteemed, beloved, My last sad claim receive ! Oh ! do not quite your friend forget, Forget alone her faults ; And speak of her with fond regret Who asks your lingering thoughts.
الصفحة 116 - There is something in the very act of prayer that for a time stills the violence of passion and elevates and purifies the affections. When affliction presses hard, and the weakness of human nature looks around in vain for support, how natural is the impulse that throws us on our knees...
الصفحة 198 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
الصفحة 318 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
الصفحة 332 - Dear Louisa/ said she, pressing my hand to her heart, ' how tenderly do you soothe to rest all my desponding fears ! How can I be sufficiently grateful, that my mortal anxieties are relieved by the...
الصفحة 315 - And, mid these days of dark alarm, Almost to hope allure. Methinks with purpose soft ye come To tell of brighter hours, Of May's blue skies, abundant bloom, Her sunny gales and showers.
الصفحة 116 - When affliction presses hard, and the weakness of human nature looks round, in vain, for support, how natural is the impulse that throws us on our knees before Him who has laid his chastenings upon us ; and how...
الصفحة 383 - I undrew the curtains of her bed and of the window, and raised her in my arms. " She turned her dying eyes upon the light of Heaven — and then on me. I pressed her hand to my lips ; it was wet with my tears. " ' Oh, Louisa !' said she, ' my guide — my tender friend — God for ever bless you ! — and you, too, good Sir...

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