Jane Bouverie: Or, Prosperity and Adversity

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Page 173 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Page 233 - Treatise on the English Language In its Elements and Forms. With a History of its Origin and Development, and a full Grammar. Designed for Use in Colleges and Schools.
Page 226 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 218 - Whom the gods love die young,' was said of yore,' And many deaths do they escape by this: The death of friends, and that which slays even more — The death of friendship, love, youth, all that is, Except mere...
Page 30 - Resign the honours of their form at Winter's stormy blast, And leave the naked leafless plain a desolated waste. 8 Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs anew shall deck the plain ; The woods shall hear the voice of Spring, and flourish green again.
Page 62 - And since, by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill ; 4. Not to my wish, but to my want, Do thou thy gifts supply ; The good unasked in mercy grant ; The ill, though asked, deny.
Page 126 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
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Page 104 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Page 192 - His — riches, honours, pleasures, all Desire could frame ; — but where are they ? And he, as some tall rock that stands Protected by the circling sea, Surrounded by admiring bands, Seemed proudly strong, — and where is he...

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