A gallery of famous English and American poets . ll the ditty,My faltering voice and pausing harpDisturbed her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and senseHad thrilled my guileless Genevieve—The music and the doleful tale,The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle undistinguishable throng;And gentle wishes long subdued,Subdued and cherished long j5 • She wept with pity and delight,She blushed with love and virgin shame;And like the .murmur of a dreamI heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved—she stept aside,As conscious of my look she stept—Then suddenly, with timor
A gallery of famous English and American poets . ll the ditty,My faltering voice and pausing harpDisturbed her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and senseHad thrilled my guileless Genevieve—The music and the doleful tale,The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle undistinguishable throng;And gentle wishes long subdued,Subdued and cherished long j5 • She wept with pity and delight,She blushed with love and virgin shame;And like the .murmur of a dreamI heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved—she stept aside,As conscious of my look she stept—Then suddenly, with timorous eye,She fled to me and wept. She half inclosed me with her pressed me with a meek embrace, LOVE. 173 And bending back her head, looked upAnd gazed upon ray face. Twas partly love,- and partly fear,And partly twas a bashful art,That I might rather feel than seeThe swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears; and she was calm,And told her love with virgin pride ;And so I won my Genevieve,My bright and beauteous bride 1 ^ifV*!^*^^™*^ SUNDAY MORNING. Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the woodlands wend, and thereIn lovely Nature see the God of Love. The swelling organs peal Wakes not my soul to zeal,Like the sweet music of the vernal gorgeous altar and the mystic vest 174 STINDAY MOKNING. 175 Excite not such devotion in my breast, As where the noontide beam, Flashed from some broken on the dazzled sight; Or where the cloud-suspended rain Sweeps in shadows oer the plain;Or when, rechning on the cliffs huge height,I mark the billows burst in silver light. Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the woodlands shall repair. Peed with all Natures charms mine eyes, And hear all Natures melodies. The primrose bank will there dispense Faint fragrance to the awakened sense; The morning beams that life and joy impart, Will with their influence warm my heart. And the full tear that down my cheek will steal, Will speak the pr
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