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But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be:
The time would e'er be o'er,
And thou shouldst smile no more.
And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again;
That I must look in vain.
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ;
Sweet Mary, thou art dead.
If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene,
And where thy smiles have been.
Thou seemest still mine own; But there I lay thee in thy grave
And I am now alone.
I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;
In thinking, too, of thee :
Of light ne'er seen before,
And never can restore.
RULE V. Who, WHICH, when in the nominative case, and
the pronoun THAT, when used for who or which, require a short pause before them.
To prayer! to prayer !- for the morning breaks, ,
To prayer! - for the glorious sun is gone,
To prayer ! — for the day that God has blessed
There are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes,
There are smiles and tears in that gathering band,
Kneel down by the dying sinner's side,
Kneel down at the couch of departing faith,
The voice of prayer at the sable bier !
The voice of prayer in the world of bliss !
Awake! awake! and gird up thy strength
RULE VI. When a pause is necessary at prepositions and
conjunctions, it must be before and not after them.
We must not conform to the world .... in their amusements
and diversions. It is in society only.... that we can relish those pure,
delicious joys which embellish and gladden the life of man.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove; When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove;
'Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar,
While his harp rang symphonious, a hermit began; No more with himself, or with nature, at war,
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
“Ah! why thus abandoned to darkness and woe?
Why, lone Philomela, that languishing fall? For spring shall return, and a lover bestow,
And sorrow no longer thy bosom inthrall. But, if pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay;
Mourn, sweetest complainer; man calls thee to mourn; O, soothe him, whose pleasures like thine pass away:
Full quickly they pass but they never return.
“Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky,
The moon half extinguished her crescent displays ; But lately I marked, when majestic on high
She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue
The path that conducts thee to splendor again: But man's faded glory what change shall renew ?
Ah, fool! to exult in a glory so vain !
“ 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more:
I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew. Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn;
Kind nature the embryo blossom will save ; But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
O, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave?
“ 'Twas thus, by the light of false science betrayed,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind,
Destruction before me, and sorrow behind.