...obsequies. Is the sable U Warrior fled t Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn. * See the Norwegian Ode, that follows. t Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley Casth-. I...

...question, — Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. The Bard, strophe 2. I have sometimes wondered that Pope did not mention the building of Windsor Castle...

...question, — Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. The Bard, strophe 2. I have sometimes wondered that Pope did not mention the building .of Windsor Castle...

...? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? (¡one expeets his evening prey. " Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rieh repast prepare ; Reft of a erown,...

...thought of some of the most beautiful pa .sages of Gray, without their threatening conclusion:— ' Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While,...vessel goes,— Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the Iwlm.' So it seemed, and so it was; for happier people never existed than Osmond and his bride. But...

...wishes, and give us the enjoyment of this beautiful scenery under the influence of a clear summer's sun. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While...realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and pleasure at the helm. Regardless. of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hushed in...

...thought of some of the most beautiful passages of Gray, without their threatening conclusion i — ' Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While,...realm, ' .. In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, — . v . Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm." So it seemed, and so it was; for happier people...

...her situation in language almost as beautiful, and to the same effect, as the fine lines of Gray : " Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gilded trim the gallant vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the...

...? Thy friend is gone — he hides his powder'd head. The Bedells, too, by whom the mace is borne ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows ; While, gently sidling through the crowded street, In scarlet robe, Clare's * tiny master goes, Ware f clears...

...without their threatening conclusion : — • i '" ' Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, ti While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, ,; . In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,— ., ._. y . 4 Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm.. So it seemed, and so it was; for happier...