Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson: The Mother of Lucretia Maria and Margaret M. DavidsonLea & Blanchard, 1843 - 232 sider |
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... poesy's fire ; " Entwine round her brow the sweet garlands of spring , And in strains of soft melody teach her to sing . Let virtue , and genius , and fancy unite To MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 123 Lines on my Daughter Margaret's Tenth Birth-Day.
... poesy's fire ; " Entwine round her brow the sweet garlands of spring , And in strains of soft melody teach her to sing . Let virtue , and genius , and fancy unite To MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 123 Lines on my Daughter Margaret's Tenth Birth-Day.
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... round thee now Shall have vanished in air - Oh ! then , dearest one , speak , - Oh ! then think of her . Think of her who has watched , who has wept , who has prayed , That heaven would avert every sorrow from thee ; That the mildew of ...
... round thee now Shall have vanished in air - Oh ! then , dearest one , speak , - Oh ! then think of her . Think of her who has watched , who has wept , who has prayed , That heaven would avert every sorrow from thee ; That the mildew of ...
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... round a flood of glory poured Which filled them with amaze . " Fear not ! behold , I tidings bring , Glad tidings of great joy , To Israel there is born a King ; Let praise your songs employ . " To you in Bethlehem - town , this day Is ...
... round a flood of glory poured Which filled them with amaze . " Fear not ! behold , I tidings bring , Glad tidings of great joy , To Israel there is born a King ; Let praise your songs employ . " To you in Bethlehem - town , this day Is ...
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... round , Like lightning which the rocks hath riven . " And , Morna , thou in all thy charms Dwell near the window of my rest , Be thou a moonbean in my path , When thoughts of peace my soul have blest ! " Gather the strength of all the ...
... round , Like lightning which the rocks hath riven . " And , Morna , thou in all thy charms Dwell near the window of my rest , Be thou a moonbean in my path , When thoughts of peace my soul have blest ! " Gather the strength of all the ...
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... round me from the echoing strand ; Gather the bright steel of your king , Strong as the mountains of my land ! " Like autumn's gathering strength they pour Forth from two tall and echoing hills ; Like two deep streams they roaring met ...
... round me from the echoing strand ; Gather the bright steel of your king , Strong as the mountains of my land ! " Like autumn's gathering strength they pour Forth from two tall and echoing hills ; Like two deep streams they roaring met ...
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Amir Khan angel arms art thou battle beam beautiful blessed bloom Boabdil bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm Calmar cheek child clouds cold Cuthullin dark Davidson dear death deep delight dread earth Erin's faded fair fame fancy father fear feeble feel Fingal fled flower Gaul gaze glow grief hand happy harp hast hath heart heaven hill hope hour husband Ianthe king Lake Champlain light Lochlin lone Lucretia LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON lyre mamma Margaret mind Morna morning mother mournful neath never night o'er Ossian pale peace Peru Plattsburgh pride pure rapture rest roll rose round scene seemed shade sigh silent sister sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit Stanley storm stream Subahdar sunbeam Swaran sweet tears tempest thee thine thought trembling voice wave weep wild wing Written young youth
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Side 126 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain...
Side 144 - And Abraham gat up early in the morning to the place where he stood before the LORD : and he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.
Side 48 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Side 44 - Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love?
Side 72 - In these poems," (" Amir Khan," &.c.) " there is enough of originality, enough of aspiration, enough of conscious energy, enough of growing power, to warrant any expectations, however sanguine, which the patrons, and the friends and parents, of the deceased, could have formed.
Side 59 - Thou gem of light ! my leading star ! What thou hast been, I strive to be ; When from the path I wander far, Oh, turn thy guiding beam on me. Teach me to fill thy place below, That I may dwell with thee above; To soothe, like thee, a mother's woe, And prove, like thine, a sister's love. Thou wert unfit to dwell with clay, For sin too pure, for earth too bright ! And Death, who called thee hence away Placed on his brow a gem of light...
Side 140 - And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye ; When Nature...
Side 72 - I have been no more. The haunts I loved, the flowers I nursed Will bloom as sweetly still, But other hearts and other hands My vacant place shall fill. And even mighty love must fail To bind my memory here — Like fragrance round the faded rose, 'Twill perish with the year.
Side 189 - O thou great Source of joy supreme ! Whose arm alone can save, — Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.
Side 67 - Till life seem'd ebbing in a tear— Till in that fleeting space of sight Were merged the feelings of a year. And I have heard the voice of song, Till my full heart gush'd wild and free, And my rapt soul would float along As if on waves of melody.