...clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precinfts in the foul. Lull'd in the countlefs chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. 170 Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rife! Each ftamps its image as the other flies ! • Each,...

...attended by the unhappy Annette, and guarded by a fteady lervant of the Count. " Lull'd in the countlefs chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by...hidden chain : Awake but one, and lo ! what myriads rife ! Each ftamps its image as the other flies!" PLEASURES OF MEMORY. purfued her journey, without...

...of the Decline of the Roman Empire, while viewing the ruins of the Capitol. Luli'd in the countlefs chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden cluin ; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rife ! Each ftamps its image as the other flies. RoCERS'S...

...the Decline of the Roman Empire, while viewing the ruins of the Capitol. " I.ull'd in the countlefs chambers of the brain, " Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain ; " Awake but one, and In, what myriads rife ! " Each (lamps its image as the other flies." Pleafures of Memorji. I am, Dear...

...Annette, and guarded by a fteady fervant of the Counc. i 6 CHAP, CHAP X. <f Lull'd in the countlefs chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by...hidden chain : Awake but one, and lo! what myriads rife ! Each {lamps its image as the other flics !'* PLEASURES OF MEMORY* JtLMILY purfued her journey,...

...of delight; Instils that musing, melancholy mood, Which charms the wise, and elevates the good; 19 Blest MEMORY, hail ! Oh, grant the grateful Muse,...hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! a Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...the following lines of a living poet they are said to be upon the affections. Lull'd in the coundess chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by...myriads rise ! Each stamps its image, as the other ilics. Each, as the varied avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades...

...correctness, either its size, shape, or colour. Forgive me, reader, if I have moralized too long, but » " Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our...link'd by many a hidden chain ; Awake but one, and la ! what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies — Each, Each, as the various avenues...

...correctness, as well as the poetical grace, in the following picture of the train of our ideas ? " Awake bat one, and lo ! what myriads rise — • Each stamps its image as the other flies." * How great, then, must be the superiority of that man's imagination who, from his youth upwards, has...

...airy precincts in the soul. Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! b . Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...