...here ! Who bidit me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast de«4 Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er...

...here! Who bidd'st me honor, with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned {hat thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er...

...them an unequivocally plaintive character, until it is distinctly marked. My mother, when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ? Wretch, even then, life's journey just begun. Perhaps...

...following sentences then be read with a conspicuously plaintive expression. My mother, when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I ehed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ? Wretch, even then, life's journey just begun. Perhaps...

...here ! Who bad'st me honour with an artlesa tone, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that love renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie,...

...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk : — " My mother 1 when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...precept were0 her own': And while that face renews myb filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for myb relief — Shall steep me in Elysian reverie', A momentary dream', that thou art she'. My Mother'! when I learned that thou wast dead', Say', wast thou conscious of the tears I shed'? Hovered thy spirit o'er...

...here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall wave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she....

...here ! Who bidd'st me honor, with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shaH weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art...

...example may be seen in the beautiful little poem of Cowper, on the receipt of his mother's picture : My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'dthy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begin ? I hear'd...