The Inheritance, Volume 3W. Blackwood, 1825 |
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Page 152 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Page 343 - WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Page 15 - O'er the blue bosom of the deep, Where shipwreck'd mariners are laid. Ah ! sure, as Hindu legends * tell, When music's tones the bosom swell, The scenes of former life return ; Ere, sunk beneath the morning star, We left our parent climes afar, Immured in mortal forms to mourn. Or if, as ancient sages ween, Departed spirits, half unseen, Can mingle with the mortal throng ; 'Tis when from heart to heart we roll The deep-toned music of the soul, That warbles in our Scottish song.
Page 1 - Oh, sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one!
Page 344 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Page 138 - ... joined To give your life more harmony. You lived there Secure, and innocent, beloved of all ; Praised for your hospitality, and prayed for : You might be envied ; but malice knew Not where you dwelt. I would not prophesy, But leave to your own apprehension, What may succeed your change. Lady B. You do imagine, No doubt, you have talked wisely, and confuted London past all defence.
Page 358 - ... very humane and learned, but enthusiastic writer. It is an attempt to save the credit of human nature. Without seeking to enter into the dread question of moral responsibility, we may in some degree extenuate, without excusing, the crimes of the persecutors, by ascribing them to virtual insanity. In considering the actions of the mind, it should never be forgotten, that its affections pass into each other like the tints of the rainbow : though we can easily distinguish them when they have assumed...
Page 18 - Scotch song," said she, seeing her preparing to execute an Italian one ; " I have taken quite a fancy for Scotch songs." " Scotch songs ! " repeated Mrs Waddell, with astonishment and contempt ; " I hope, cousin, you don't think me quite so vulgar as to sing Scotch songs. I assure you, they are quite exploded from the drawing-room now: they are called kitchen songs," with an affected giggle. " Call them what they will," said Lady Rossville, " I shall certainly learn to sing the songs of my own country,...
Page 59 - ... of her, yet still considered honour, religion, and duty above her, nor ever suffered the intrusion of such a dotage as should blind him from marking her imperfections...