On this page
-
Text (3)
-
Untitled Article
-
Untitled Article
-
Untitled Article
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software. The text has not been manually corrected and should not be relied on to be an accurate representation of the item.
-
-
Transcript
-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software. The text has not been manually corrected and should not be relied on to be an accurate representation of the item.
Additionally, when viewing full transcripts, extracted text may not be in the same order as the original document.
Untitled Article
Of shoulders , I ' ve but small experience In matters amorous , so for her beauty I'll not deny it ; you'll best judge of that , If you do seek the world and woo its pleasures , For in our Austria , faces such as hers Are rife enough—were they a trifle paler .
Then for her virtue ! I gainsay it not—Married at twenty , it could scarce be wanting . — I only wonder that should seem a virtue In her , which is so common in their daughters , Whose virtue has , withal , so much temptation , And is rewarded with so little praise . But we will have new scenes from other lands .
I'll show thee—Edgar . Show no more ! I am resolved . Kari ,. But I am charged to show—Edgar . I'll see no more . My sire by ill experience is deceived : You by your love of evil . There is much , Too much , to hate and to despise in man ; But your own testimony proves that much Is also to be loved and cherished in him .
My path is chosen : be it mine to hate What ' s evil in mankind and shun their follies ; But not apart from them will I exist , Who have so much to combat and to bear . Prepare we to descend : this very day I'll hansel my new life—
Untitled Article
A . MOTHER TO HER FIRST-BORtf .
Untitled Article
Karl . And I my old one Shall recommence , despairing and in hate . Fresh toil , fresh blows , fresh curses will the Count Inflict on me for this . For what ? Because Truth conquers guile , and Earth ' s not all a Hell . 5 W . T . H .
Untitled Article
A Mother to her First-born . 749
Untitled Article
No . 83 . 3 H
Untitled Article
Come to me , my young life , and let me trace The type of Heaven and love in thy sweet face—Read in those eyes , so innocently bright . The soul within—the sentiment of light . O let me still remember , still beware T ( 3 let no darkness touch the lustre there ! How shall I guard thee , thou young heir of mine , And keep thy infant spirit still divine ? Soft as the satin of the summer rose , Thy little cheek against thy mother ' s glows ; Sweet as the rose the breath of heaven stirs , Thy smiling lips kiss tenderness from hers ; Calm as the moon-beam on the billow ' s crest , Lies thy dear head upon her doating breast ;
-
-
Citation
-
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1833, page 749, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2626/page/17/
-