...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 1 bent my way !" Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade...

...desperate 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 Schiraz1 walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst, or pinching...

...time in his brief career, after he had reached the land, he might have exclaimed with Hassan — " Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, When first from S/aroz' walls I bent my way." Alas! for him there was no return. He landed in New Orleans at an unsuitable...

...They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day where reason rules the mind. ' !' 0 hapless youth ! for she thy love bath won, The tender Zara ! will be most undone. Big swelled...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to hehold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I hent my way! * Oh cease, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumherM scenes...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to hehold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walis I hent my way ! ' Oh cease, my fears !— all frantic aa I go, When thought creates unnumherM...

...Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train ; Before them Death with shrieks directs their way, Kills sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we qui nnd luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !' At that dead hour the eilent...

...Night, By hunger roused he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train ; Before them Death with shrieks directs their way,...to their prey. Sad was the hour, and luckless was tlie day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way ! At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep....

...By hunger rous'd, he scours the g^oajim^ \i\sjca., ' Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them death with shrieks directs their way,...Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey." This, amongst many other passages to be met with in the writings of Collins, shown that his genius...

...fondness for travel, and to repeat with Hassan, the camel-driver, in Collins' Oriental Eclogues, " Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, When first from Shiraz1 walls I bent my way." He was extremely fond of roving over hill and dell, losing himself meanwhile...