...to thine is press'd, Think of him whose prayer shall blew thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perehanee thou knowest, All my madness none ean know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet...

...Think of him thy love had blessed ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou nevermore mayst see, ing look Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee, — by thee forsaken,...

...to thine is prcss'd, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd ! lows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the sofily tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none...

...to thine is pressed, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had blessed ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...none can know; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Whither, — yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could...

...head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again. . . . All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know: All my hopes, where'er thou gocst, Wither, yet with IKee they go. . . . Fare thee well! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer...

...deceive not, Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench believe not Hearts can thus be torn away. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ! " " WHAT is it, little one ? You look as if all the cares of the world were on your shoulders," Enroll...

...whose prayer shall bless thee — Think of him thy love had blessed ! Should her lineaments resemble 41 cay, When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors, AM my faults perchance thou knowest — All my madness — none can know; All my hopes — where'er...

...thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd 1 Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may's! see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me." This was to the mother: then, in Childe Harold, he addresses his child : — My daughter ! with thy...

...to thine is press'd, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,...

...to thine is press'd, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, • Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,...