...lay belong, Whose life is spent in toil and care for me ! THE FEAR OF MADNESS. BY THE SAME. Written during her last Illness. THERE is a something which...destruction's wing. That thought comes o'er me in the hour Of grief7 of sickness, or of sadness ; 'Tis not the dread of death,— 'tis more,— It is the dread of...

...lines, the last that were ever traced by her indefatigable hand, expressing her fear of madness. - There is a something which I dread, It is a dark,...steals along with withering tread, Or sweeps on wild destruction 'swing. That thought conies o'er me in the hour, Of frrief, of sickness, or of sadness;...

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...my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? ' •' THE FEAR OF MADNESS. THERE is a something whieh I dread ; It is a dark, a fearful thing ; It steals along with withering tread, Or sweeps on wild destruetion's wing. That thought eomes o'er me in the hour Of grief, of siekness, or of ssdness ; 'Tis...

...linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love 1 FRAGMENT.* THERE is a something which I dread, — It is a dark...me in the hour Of grief, of sickness or of sadness ; 'T is not the dread of death — 't is more, It is the dread of madness ! Oh ! may these throbbing...

...is, though already published, inserted here. " THERE is a something which I dread ; It is a dark, and fearful thing ; It steals along with withering tread,...in the hour Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness; 'T is not the dread of death; 't is more, — It is the dread of madness. " Oh! may these throbbing...

...lingering gloom, For the aged to rest his weary head. The Fe&r of Madness*—LUCRETI A MARIA DAVIDSON. THERE is a something which I dread; It is a dark,...steals along with withering tread, Or sweeps on wild destructlun's wing. That thought comes o'er me in the hour Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness; 'Tis...

...round it threw. That hour is fading, it has fled, And I am left in darkness now; POETICAL REMAINS. 227 A wand'rer towards a lowly bed, The grave, that home...of sickness, or of sadness; 'Tis not the dread of death—'tis more, It is the dread of madness. Oh! may these throbbing pulses pause, Forgetful of their...

...lingering gloom, For the aged to rest his weary head. The Fear of Madness." — LXTCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON. THERE is a something which I dread ; It is a dark,...Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing. That thought conies o'er me in the hour Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness ; 'Tis not the dread of death, —...

...pronounced by her lips. 72 LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON. There is a something which I dread, It is a dark and fearful thing; It steals along with withering tread,...me in the hour Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness ; 'T is not the dread of death ; 't is more, — It is the dread of madness. Oh ! may these throbbing...