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Page iii - Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise, of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range : by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities . Of father, son, and brother, first were known.
Page vii - ... builds a house and gathers sweetness from every flower, and labours and unites into societies and republics, and sends out colonies, and feeds the world with delicacies, and obeys their king, and keeps order, and exercises many virtues, and promotes the interest of mankind, and is that state of good things to which God hath designed the present constitution of the world.
Page vii - ... and is that state of things to which God hath designed the present constitution of the world. Marriage hath in it the labour of love, and the delicacies of friendship ; the blessings of society, and the union of hands and hearts. It hath in it less of beauty, but more of safety, than a single life ; it is more merry and more sad ; is fuller of joy s and fuller of sorrow ; it lies under more burthens, but is supported by all the strength of love and charity ; and these burthens are delightful.
Page 5 - Attractive, human, rational, love still : In loving thou dost well, in passion not, Wherein true love consists not. Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges ; hath his seat In reason, and is judicious ; is the scale By which to heavenly love thou may'st ascend, Not sunk in carnal pleasure : for which cause, Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.
Page 27 - Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or tasting long enjoy thee ! too infirm, Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Page 27 - Paradise that hast survived the fall ! Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or, tasting, long enjoy thee, too infirm Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixt with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup : Thou art the nurse ot virtue.
Page 31 - How fair is home, in fancy's pictured theme, In wedded life, in love's romantic dream! Thence springs each hope, there every spring returns, Pure as the flame that upward heavenward burns; There sits the wife, whose radiant smile is given — The daily sun of the domestic heaven; And when calm evening sheds a secret power, Her looks of love imparadise the hour; While children round, a beauteous train, appear, Attendant stars, revolving in her sphere.
Page 7 - In childhood's dawn, when budding reason springs, There the young passion spreads its cherub wings ; Bids new and undefined emotions start, Play in the mind, and flutter round the heart. The boy at school prefers, with artless smile, Some favourite girl that flatters him the while ; Shares in her tasks with pleasure through the day ; Selects her as his mate at evening play ; With her most happy, seated at...
Page 34 - English mother bore me, and caress'd ; And with the stream of life, upon her breast I drew the patriot passion, still, which reigns Pure as the blood from those maternal veins : Then oh, forgive the hand that would entwine, With that dear mother's worth, one grateful line !