Is mock'd by the outward showing ; When we dress the eyes in a gay disguise, While the tears are inward flowing ; When groans and grief would be a relief, But with carols we keep them under, And a laugh we start when the throbbing heart Is ready to burst... Reuben Apsley - Page 1by Horace Smith - 1827Full view - About this book
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...I /.I t. : ...or tt LONDON PRINVED BY S. AND R. BENVLEY, DORSEV SVREEV. REUBEN APSLEY. CHAPTER L " Oh dismal dole, when the secret soul Is mock'd by...fondly kneeling; When we deeply yearn his vows to retum, But, oh ! most thrilling trial 1 We force the tongue, while the heart is wrung, To utter a faint... | |
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