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Pagina 36 - Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, And down I fell, and wept.
Pagina 35 - Turning a kind and pitiful look on the man who expected nothing else than that his punishment would be increased with the repetition of his offence, the colonel addressed him, saying, "Well, we have resolved to forgive you.
Pagina 35 - The soldier was struck dumb with astonishment ; the tears started in his eyes, and he wept like a child. He was humbled to the dust, he thanked his officer and retired — to be the old, refractory, incorrigible man ? No ; he was another man from that day forward. He who tells the story had him for years under his eye, and a better conducted man never wore the Queen's colours.
Pagina 3 - I publish the Banns of Marriage between M. of , and N. of . If any of you know cause, or just impediment, why these two persons should not be joined together in holy Matrimony, ye are to declare it.
Pagina 36 - That hallowed touch was ne'er forgot ! And now, though time hath set His frosty seal upon my lot, These temples feel it yet. And if I e'er in heaven appear, A mother's holy prayer, A mother's hand, and gentle tear, That pointed to a Saviour dear, Have led the wanderer there.
Pagina 36 - And taught my faltering tongue. She, when the nightly couch was spread. Would bow my infant knee, And place her hand upon my head, And, kneeling, pray for me.
Pagina 36 - As if that hand was there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear; I rose a wild and wayward boy, Who scorned the curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed In youth ; yet ere I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, And down I fell and wept.
Pagina 36 - Why gaze ye on my hoary hairs, Ye children young and gay ? Your locks beneath the blast of cares, Will bleach as white as they. I had a mother once like you, Who o'er my pillow hung, Kiss'd from my cheek the briny dew, And taught my faltering tongue.