...— there are also two in the Levant, one in Ilarbary, and one in Labrador. EVANESCENT PLEASURE. But pleasures are like Poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. BURNS. SENTIMENT. Time ! Time ! In thy trinmphal flight, How all life's phantoms flee away ! The smile...

...thoughts are floating in the brain, and probably about to die into nothing, to vanish away for ever, Like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or, like the snow falls in the river, A moment seen, then lost for ever ; upon that comes this potent interceder,...

...thoughts are floating in the brain, and probably about to die into nothing, to vanish away for ever, Like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or, like the snow lulls in the river, A moment seen, then lost for ever; upon that comes this potent interceder,...

...with joy the morning dear. But pleasure is of short duration To human kind, of every station. 'Tis " like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever.-"* A circumstance of woe ensued, Will be by every one allowed ' Burns. 15 Who does pertain to Christian...

...sound, Though in my hand struck hollow, as it lay — But quickly withered, like your love, away." Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower — its bloom is shed ! . . . . Burns. V f PlllDE OF CHINA. MBL1A V/ MM tt u tt DtSSENStON. Alas ! how light a cause may...

...Kings may be blest, but Turn was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! Or like the boreal» race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow'» lovely form Evnnifchiug amid the stürm. — Nao man can tether time or tide ¡ The hour...

...; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures arc firm, yet fond adieu, Bome from his leafy hut, his...tears he shed, While each soft scene of summer hea horealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainhow's lovely form Evanishing...

...way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower,...shed; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white—then melts for ever; Or like the horealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or...

...welcome.' 4 But pleasures,' says the same delightful poet, ' are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed : Or, like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever.' Accordingly, the sudden retire of the bright sun, and re-cornmencement of the snow-storm, warned me...

...fleeting and unsatisfactory. At one of these times he penned the beautiful and well-known lines :— " But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls on the river, A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can...