...bounteous thing ; As kindly warm, as nobly free, As eagle's nestling wing. O ! keep it not, like miser's gold, Shut in from all beside ; But let its precious...ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self aloue. The heart — the heart ! O ! let it spare A si»h for other's pain ; The breath that sootlis...

...gentlest touch, Or sorrow's faintest call, 'T were better it should ache too much, Than never ache at all. The heart— the heart, that's truly blest, Is never...glory lights the breast, That beats for self alone. A GOOD writer has remarked that a woman may be of great assistance to her husband by wearing a cheerful...

...bounteous thing ; As kindly warm, as nobly free, As eagle's nestling wing. Oh ! keep it not, like miser's gold, Shut in from all beside ; But let its precious...far and wide. The heart— the heart that's truly West, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast, That beats for self alone. The heart...

...bounteous thing; As kindly warm, as nobly free, As eagle's nestling wing. Oh ! keep it not, like miser's gold, Shut in from all beside ; But let its precious...unfold, In mercy, far and wide. The heart — the heart, that 's truly blest, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone....

...alternation of Eight with Six syllables is very common with our best poets in their fugitivo pieces; as, "The heart— the heart that's truly blest Is never all its own ; No ray of £ lory lights the breast That heats for self alone." Verte of Nine syllables is not fitted for grave...

...call, 'T were better it should ache too much, Than never ache at all. The heart — the heart, that 's truly blest, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast THE DYING OLD MAN TO HIS YOUNG WIFE. KATE, there 'sa trembling at my heart, a coldness at my brow,...

...best poets in their fugitive pieces; m, "The heart— the heart that's truly blest Is never all iu own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone." Terse of Nine syllables is not fitted for grave matten, but for some "pretryisms of thought;" a*, "I...

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...gentlest touch, Of sorrow's faintest call, 'Twere better it should ache too much, Than never ache at all. The heart, the heart that's truly blest, Is never...glory lights the breast, That beats for self alone. - . , .% IPI •..:-.•." ' ..HV I ff an. -•" '< '••'O T' l'>. -vj ..••^AMO'.'S. 0 IF E....

...gentlest touch. Or Sorrow's faintest call, 'Twcre better it should ache too much, Than never ache at all. The heart — the heart, that's truly blest, Is never...glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. THE BEE'S WING. FILL, fill to the brim, let the bubble forth swim Like pearls on a ruby stream, Till woman's...