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. 1829 Excerpt: ...in her beauty's glow, The eye forgot its tint was faded! Oh! how I watched, along her face, The silent blushes softly stealing, That marked, in sweetly mingling grace, The varying shades of some deep feeling! Gently she laid her hand on mine, And, with a faint and timid smile, Took the lone chaplet from its shrine;--A ...
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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. 1829 Excerpt: ...in her beauty's glow, The eye forgot its tint was faded! Oh! how I watched, along her face, The silent blushes softly stealing, That marked, in sweetly mingling grace, The varying shades of some deep feeling! Gently she laid her hand on mine, And, with a faint and timid smile, Took the lone chaplet from its shrine;--A tear was on her cheek the while!--"Perchance," she said, " this bell has come, A weary way, from brighter bowers, Where some glad valley was its home, And its young lot as blest as ours! "And, even in its young decay, Say, is it not most sadly fair! And wouldst thou choose a wreath more gay, For love to twine in Ellen's hair! Methinks that round its withering zone A wild and witching charm is hung, --As echo breathes a holier tone Than the sweet sounds from which it sprung! "Thou knowest, our stream of life has strayed A summer course, through springing flowers--But we may quit the smiling glade, For darker scenes, in gloomier hours: Through desart wastes our fate may flow, Dark as these rapid waters rave, And blighted hopes and feelings strow, Like withered flowers, its troubled wave! "Yet oh! methinks, --when, one by one, The blossoms of our youth have perished, And all the blessed buds are gone Which the young spirit vainly cherished, --The heart will weep each ruined gem, As I this faded floweret now; And memory save each broken stem, To twine a chaplet for her brow!" She paused, while something unexprest Looked through the cloud upon her cheek; Full well I knew, her gentle breast Heaved with a fear she would not speak! I took her to my beating heart, And kissed the sorrow from her mien;--Oh! nought but sadness could impart The love with which I loved her then I--"My dark-eyed beauty! time may fling His...
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