...alone; The only pleasures we can call our own.' Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path 3 stream of...

...call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; G6 If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch- the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...der, and elegant lines which close the Poems. ' Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die ; If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent...

...alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...summer visions die^ If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sty ; If but a beam of sober reason play, La, fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Siyitch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour...

...our own ! Lighter than air Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; It but a beam of sober reason play, Lo ! Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! 2. It is often found, that a fine genius has but a feeble memory : for, where the genius is bright,...

...borrow the beantiful expressions of a poet : " Lighter than air, hope's summer visions fly, " If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky, " If but a beam...fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. " But can the wile of art, the grasp of power, " Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? " These, when the...

...alone; The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die. If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of...Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well- spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living h'ght; And...