...Thee. The thought of this bids me go on, And wait my diflblution With hope and comfort, Dear (forgife The crime) I am content to live Divided, with but half a heart, Till we fliall meet and never pnrt. Dr. King's Pcemsv p. £», Of my deare 3onne, GF.RVASE BEAUMONT* /"< ANI,...

...foft drum Beats my approach, tells Thee I come; And flow howere my marches be, I fl»all at laft fit down by Thee. The thought of this bids me go on. And wait my diffolution With hope and comfort, Dear (forgifS The crime) I am content to live Divided, with but...

...sleep breath'd his drowsie gale. ****** The thought of this bids me go on, And wait ray difsolution With hope and comfort, dear (forgive The crime) I...content to live Divided, with but half a heart, ' Till we.fhall meet and never part. THE ROSE. THE rose had been wafh'd, just wafh'd in a lhow'r, Which Marry...

...adventuring to die VOL. II. Before me, whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave. But hark! my pulse like a soft drum Beats my approach, tells...but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part. Dr. King's Poems, p. &7or MY DEAR SON, GERVASE BEAUMONT. i-'AN I, who have for others oft compil'd...

...adventuring to die L. ii. r Before me, whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave. But hark! my pulse like a soft drum Beats my approach, tells thee I come ; And slow howe'er my marches l>e, I shall at last sit down by thee. The thought of this bids me go on, And wait my dissolution With...

...adventuring to dy Before me, whose more years might Crave. A just precedence in the grave. But heark ! my pulse, like a soft drum Beats my approach, tells thee I come; And slow howevere my marches be, 1 khall at last sit down by thee, Tlie thoughts f tins bills me go on, Anil...

...Beats my approach, teils tlwe I come; And slow howe'er my marches be, 1 shall at last sit down by tkee. The thought of this bids me go on, And wait my dissolution...but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part. ROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROR [From Closing Chords.] THE STRIVING OF HOPE. WHEN I shall go Into the narrow...

...adventuring to die Before me, whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave. But hark ! my pulse, like a soft drum, Beats my approach, tells...but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part. LIFE. LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy...

...adventuring to die Before me, whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave. But hark ! my pulse, like a soft drum, Beats my approach, tells...but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part. LIFE. LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy...

...this dust. So close the ground, and 'bout her shade Black curtains draw, my bride is laid. But hark ! my pulse like a soft drum Beats my approach, tells...I come; And slow howe'er my marches be, I shall at la»t sit down by thee. Bishop King's Poems, p. 57. ut tupra. Called Seditious Conventicles,— p....