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The hour arrives, the moment wish’d and fear’d,
The child is born by many a pang endear’d,
And now the mother’s ear has caught his cry;
O grant the cherub to her asking eye!
He comes—she clasps him. To her bosom press’d
He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.

— Samuel Rogers Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

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Oh ! She was good as she was fair,
None—none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.

Jacqueline (1814)

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

Jacqueline (1814)

Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
Thy chain of adamant can bind
That little world, the human mind,
And sink its noblest powers to impotence.

Ode to Superstition (1786)

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

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