...groaning plain, 55 Gaunt wolves and fullen tygers in his train : Before them Death with fhrieks direfts their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz'walls I bent my way!" At that dead hour the filent...

...groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and füllen tigers in his train : Before them death with llmeksdiie^ts their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey." This, amongft many other paffages to be met with in the writings of Collins, fhows that his genius...

...fcours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and fullen tigers in his train: Before them death with flirieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Siid was the hour, and lucklefs was the day, " When firft from Schiraz' walls I bent my " way '."...

...wolves and füllen tigers in his train; Before them Death, with ihricks, dircfls their ' way ! « Pills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. ' Sad was the hour, a ml lucklefs was the day, ' When firft from Schira¿' walls I bent my ' way I 4 At that dead hour...

...and fullen tigers in his train; " Before them death, with fhrieks, direfts their way \ " Fills their wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, arid Incklefs was the day, " When firft from Shiraz' walls I bent my way ! Give, 'in repeating thefe...

...desp'rate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began : " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst or pinching hunger that I find : Bethink...

...groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and füllen tigers in his train : Before them death with ihrieks direfts their way, fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey." This, amongft many other pa (Tages to be -met with in the writings of Collins, fhew» that his genius...

...Gaunt WOLVES, and fallen TIGERS in his train : r Before them DEATH with fhrieks directs their way f fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. ' Sad was (he hour, and lucklefs was the day, ' When firft from SCHIRAZ' \valls 1 bentmy way ! At that dead hour,...

...Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to behold, Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I ber.t my way !" Oh cease, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes...