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...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber ; the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genins ; but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing, but a few hours past walked before...

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...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard once more fills the destroying bosvl, the robber walks his midnight round, and the suicide lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred...

...slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelrv, ms to extend even to other animals : the little vermin race are ever treacherou liis midnight round, and the suiciJe lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. Let me no...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard once more fills the destroying * Translation of a South Amerimn Ode. bowl, the robber walks his midnight round, and the suicide lifts...

...watchman forgets the hour of slumber — the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. 2. Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of cotemporary genius,...

...at rest, and nothing wakes bjt meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The dr.mkard once more nib the destroying bowl, the robber walks his midnight...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. 2. Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius,...

...watchman forgets the hour of slumber — the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. 2. Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of cotemporary genius,...