...his mother's pictnrc out of Norfolk. ' It exhibits a most amiable pattern of filial at ...... . • . My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? HoverVf thy j?pirit o'er thy sorrowing son, \Vretch^iiW;n rtjfn, life's journey just...

...her memory to me beyond expression. There is in me, I believe, more of the Donne than of the Cowper, and though I love all of both names, and have a thousand...the bond of nature draw me vehemently to your side. I was thought in the days of my childhood much to resemble ray Mother, and in my natural temper, of...

...Donne than of the Cowper, andthough I love all of both names, and have a thoufandreafons to love thofe of my own name, yet I feel the bond of nature draw me vehemently to your fide. I was thought in the days of my childhood much to refemble my mother, and in my natural temper,...

...a charm for my relief.... Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just...

...her memory to me beyond expression. There is in me, I believe, more of the Donne than of the Cowper, and though I love all of both names, and have a thousand...the bond of nature draw me vehemently to your side. I was thought in the days of my childhood much to resemble my mother, and in my natural temper, of...

...me beyond expression. There is in me, I believe, more of the Donne than of the Cowper, and though 1 love all of both names, and have a thousand reasons...my own name, yet I feel the bond of nature draw me vehen ently to your side. I was thought, in the days of my childhood, much to resemble niy mother ;...

...her memory to me beyond expression. There is in me, I believe, more of the Donne than of the Cowper, and though I love all of both names, and have a thousand reasons to, love those '6f my own name, yet I feel the bond of nature draw me vehemently to your side. I was thought in the...

...weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead. Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorr'wing son, , ; Wretch even then, life's journey...

...her memory tome beyond expression. There is in me, I believe, more of the Donne than of the Cowper, and though I love all of both names, and have a thousand...the bond of nature draw me vehemently to your side. I was thoughtin the days of my child-hood much to resemble my Mother, and in my natural temper, of...

...honour with an artless soug, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorr'wing son, _ -Wretch even then, life's journey just...