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Stran 200 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished even in advanced life in sickness and despondency, who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land, but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood...
Stran 200 - Oh, sir!" said the good woman, "he was such a comely lad, so sweettempered, so kind to every one around him, so dutiful to his parents! It did one's heart good to see him of a Sunday, dressed out in his best, so tall, so straight, so cheery, supporting his old mother to church — for she was always fonder of leaning on George's arm, than on her good man's; and, poor soul, she might well be proud of him, for a finer lad there was not in the country round.
Stran 202 - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it.
Stran 196 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given' Go— thou must play alone, my boy— Thy brother is in heaven!
Stran 22 - Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now ! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Stran 196 - Oh ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee, — Where is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sun-beam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild — the flowers we sowYi Around our garden tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — • Oh ! call him back to me...
Stran ii - Oh, Love! thy essence is thy purity! Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame And it is gone for ever, — and but leaves A sullied vase — its pure light lost in shame...
Stran 202 - What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetles o'er his base into the sea ? And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness...
Stran 200 - She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience ; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment ; she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity : and if misfortune overtake him, he will be the dearer to her from misfortune ; and if disgrace settle upon his name, she will still love and cherish him in spite of his disgrace ; and if all the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to him.