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ORTHOMETRY. |
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See, O see,
How every tree,
Every bower,
Every flower, A new life gives to others' joys:
Whilst that I,
Grief-stricken, lie,
Nor can meet
With any sweet, But what faster mine destroys. What are all the senses' pleasures, When the mind has lost all measures ? |
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(f). Stanzas of more than Twelve* Verses.
Long years of toil and care, And pain and poverty, have passed Since last I listened to her prayer, And looked upon her last. Yet how she looked, and how she smiled Upon me, while a playful child,
The lustre of her eye, The kind caress, the fond embrace, The reverence of her placid face,
Within my memory lie As fresh as they had only been Bestowed, and felt, and heard, and seen Since yesterday went by.
John Bethune. " My Grandmother."
A glorious people vibrated again
The lightning of the nations : Liberty From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o'er Spain,
Scattering contagious fire into the sky, |
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• For a full account of the Sonnet, see page 903. |
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