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Page vi - Knight of the most ancient and most noble Order of the Thistle...
Page 101 - Heaven for all the danger past, Heaven for no trivial cause ordains, That joy like this succeeds thy pains, But by this sacred pledge demands A parent's duty at thy hands; While thou thy infant charge shalt rear, My love shall lighten every care.
Page 100 - EXHAUSTED by her painful throes, Let Nature take her due repose ; Sweet, dearest Anna, be thy sleep, While I my joyful vigils keep ! O ! be thy joy sincere as mine, For sure my pangs have equall'd thine \ Sleep on — and, waking, thou shalt see All that may sooth thy pains, in me — Friend, Husband, and (O name most dear) The Father of thy new-born care.
Page 118 - Ah si vous pouviez comprendre Ce que je ressens pour vous ; L'amour n'a rien de si tendre, Ni l'amitiť de si doux.
Page 102 - In her may I those manners see, Those virtues, I adore in Thee. TO THO ORDE, ESQ, (afterwards Lord BOLTON,) IN RETURN FOE HIS "SKETCH OF A FAMILY.
Page v - The Loves of Medea and Jason," a poem, in three books, translated from the Greek of Apollonius Rhodius Argonauticus.
Page 100 - When what was his, shall be no longer thine, May'st thou, like him, life's last sad load sustain, With mind unshaken in the hour of pain ! Death's call, like him, undaunted may'st thou hear, And want no Son to mourn thy sacred bier ! To His WIFE, ON THE BIRTH OF HER FIRST CHILD.
Page 98 - Barton's rural seat With sweet Contentment fix your calm retreat ; In the late Pastor's honour'd steps you tread, And lead the Flock which once my Father led : While we, forsakers of our native plain, One aged Parent's feeble steps sustain ; Content, tho' sad, if yet our pious care Might mitigate the loss we can't repair!