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...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. , That feebly bends...

...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled : All but yon widowed,...

...victims of their wrath. A stillness, weird, uncanny, hovered like a pall above the Diamond City. . . . now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. The plucky manner in...

...the coy maid, half willing to be prest, Shall Ifiss the cup to pass it to the rest. But now the sound of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is dead." Oglethorpe. As far...

...the coy maid, half willing to be prest. Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. But now the sound of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is dead. ' ' Oglethorpe. As far...

...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But . steps the grass-grown footway tread. But all the blooming flush of life is fled ; All but yon widow'd,...

...These all in sweet confusion sought the glade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled ! " The last ninety lines...

...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail ; No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread — But all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd,...

...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way _tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widowed,...