Frederick; or, Incidents illustrative of the beauties ... of ... piety, in the domestic circle, by the author of 'Eliza; or, Traits of character in humble life'.

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Сторінка 101 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Сторінка 13 - Blest Mother ! who, in wisdom's path By her own parent trod, Thus taught her son to flee the wrath, And know the fear, of God : Ah, youth ! like him enjoy your prime ; Begin Eternity in time, Taught by that Mother's Love. That Mother's Love ! — how sweet the name...
Сторінка 12 - Ye clasp your babes and kiss ; Your bosoms yearn, your eyes o'erflow ; Yet, ah ! remember this, — The infant, rear'd alone for earth, May live, may die, — to curse his birth ; Is this a Mother's Love ? A parent's heart may prove a snare ; The child she loves so well, Her hand may lead, with gentlest care, Down the smooth road to hell ; Nourish its frame, — destroy its mind : Thus do the blind mislead the' blind, Even with a Mother's Love.
Сторінка 102 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Сторінка 12 - Its weakness in her arms to bear ; To cherish on her breast, Feed it from love's own fountain there, And lull it there to rest ; Then while it slumbers watch its breath, As if to guard from instant death ; This is a Mother's Love.
Сторінка 11 - A MOTHER'S LOVE A MOTHER'S Love, — how sweet the name ! What is a Mother's love ? — A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould ; The warmest love that can grow cold ; This is a Mother's Love. To bring a helpless babe to light, Then while it lies forlorn, To gaze upon that dearest sight, And feel herself new-born, In its existence lose her own, And live and breathe in it alone ; This is a Mother's Love.
Сторінка 2 - True Happiness is not the Growth of Earth, The Soil is fruitless if you seek it there ; Tis an Exotic of Celestial Birth, And never blooms but in Celestial Air. Sweet plant of Paradise ! thy seeds are sown In here and there a breast of heavenly mould ; It rises slow, and buds, but ne'er was known To blossom here : the climate is too cold.
Сторінка 42 - Tis education forms the common mind ; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Сторінка 63 - On hillock by the palm-tree half o'ergrown : And aye that volume on her lap is thrown, Which every heart of human mould endears; With...
Сторінка 21 - England bloom'd on Gertrude's cheek — What though these shades had seen her birth, her sire A Briton's independence taught to seek Far western worlds ; and there his household fire The light of social love did long inspire, And many a halcyon day he lived to see...

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