More from Human Life (1819)
- Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
- Then never less alone than when alone.
- The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
- Think nothing done while aught remains to do.
- Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,–not dead, but gone before, He gathers round him.
- Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. Human Life (1819)
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