This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1818 edition. Excerpt: ...late, to his door! i G father! speak kindly, ' the maiden replied, (Distressed at the frown of her sire) died, The blood-frozen stranger, ere this would have 'Had he not felt the warmth of our fire!' on the pot, Fetch more wood, ' cried the rustic, 'and clap 'Since misfortune denotes he's a brother; 'He shall ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1818 edition. Excerpt: ...late, to his door! i G father! speak kindly, ' the maiden replied, (Distressed at the frown of her sire) died, The blood-frozen stranger, ere this would have 'Had he not felt the warmth of our fire!' on the pot, Fetch more wood, ' cried the rustic, 'and clap 'Since misfortune denotes he's a brother; 'He shall stay, and may hunger and cold be his lot, 'Who can't feel for the woes of another!' The soldier in silence, resum'd the arm chair, Which the maid in warm corner had placed, And the front of the cotter survey'd with a stare, As some features, once known, he retraced. N The emotion he felt, he had strove to conceal, 'Twas an impulse too strong to withhold; He requested the rustic his name to reveal, And then bid him his brother behold! 'Frank alive!' cried the woodman, and shouted (As the soldierhe held to his breast, ) with joy, 'Why they told us, you'd fallen in battle my boy, 'And a bullet had sent you to rest! 'You seem poor, here's a home Frank, so give us your hand, 'There's a scar I shall bathe with a tear, And feel proud I've a broth er, who bled for the land 'We are bound, from our birth, to revere.' Thus by kindred united, each eagerly strove, Who cou'd best their felt pleasure impart; And they liv'd to enjoy all the fruits of that love Which sincerity plants in the heart.--F 3 EACH vernal flower, that to the kissing sun, Expands its bosom in the garden's bed, Or bends its neck to drink the noisy brook, That murmurs on, 'till in a gradual calm, It smoothly glides and trills itself to rest, Let others pluck; around Amanda's brow The wreath entwine, and hail her queen of May; Her name and beauty let the love-struck youth, Whose breast, till then, ne'er felt poetic fire. In magazine enrol, in stanza's soft As is the nymph he woos. Be mine
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