Gems Selected from the Poems of Caroline Bowles

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الصفحة 39 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
الصفحة 33 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
الصفحة 52 - Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.
الصفحة 14 - Thy soul were fluttering. Mount up, immortal essence ! Young spirit ! haste, depart — And is this death ?— Dread Thing...
الصفحة 16 - And then to lie and weep, And think the live-long night (Feeding thine own distress With accurate greediness) Of every past delight ; — Of all his winning ways, His pretty, playful smiles, His joy at sight of thee, His tricks, his mimicry, — And all his little wiles ! Oh ! these are recollections Round mothers' hearts that cling, — That mingle with the tears And smiles of after years, With oft awakening.
الصفحة 117 - ... on foot they went, and took Salisbury in their way, purposely to see the good bishop, who made Mr. Hooker and his companion dine with him at his own table, which Mr. Hooker boasted of with much joy and gratitude when he saw his mother and friends ; and at the bishop's parting with him, the bishop gave him good counsel and his benediction, but forgot to give him money, which when the bishop had considered, he sent a servant in all haste to call Richard back to him ; and at Richard's return the...
الصفحة 8 - I see Him, hear Him, everywhere, In all things — darkness, light, Silence, and sound ; but most of all, When slumber's dusky curtains fall, At the dead hour of night.
الصفحة 5 - THERE is a tongue in every leaf! A voice in every rill ! A voice that speaketh everywhere, In flood and fire, through earth and air ; A tongue that's never still...
الصفحة 117 - Richard, I sent for you back to lend you a horse which hath carried me many a mile, and I thank God with much ease...
الصفحة 77 - A SLANTING ray of evening light Shoots through the yellow pane; It makes the faded crimson bright, And gilds the fringe again : The window's Gothic framework falls In oblique shadows on the walls.

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