Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 189 of 258
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This is page 171 of running prose—specifically, a poem titled "Addressed to My Brother" dated 1805. The fourteen-line verse expresses profound gratitude from a speaker recovering from serious illness, addressing both his brother and kindly friends who cared for him during his near-fatal sickness. The speaker laments his inability to fully express the deep emotions and grateful feelings that his recovery has awakened.
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171 ¢ / ADDRESSED TO MY BROTHER. 1805. BroTuHer beloved! if health shall smile again Upon this wasted form and fevered cheek ; If e’er returning vigour bids these weak And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain ; Well may thy brow the placid glow retain _ Of sweet content, and thy pleased eye may speak Thy conscious self-applause : but should I seek To utter what this heart can feel, ah! vain Were the attempt! Yet, kindest friends, as o’er My couch ye bend, and watch with tenderness The being whom your cares could e’en restore From the cold grasp of death; say, can you guess The feelings which this lip can ne’er express ? Feelings deep fixed in grateful memory’s store! COMMICHOOLE.COM