...That they nothing seem without thee ; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too refined. Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul...burning generous swell, Fancy, and the poet's shell. WOLFE. Tecum una periernnt gaudia nostra. I fuge immemor mei ; Qvid umbret illam cura nigra frontem...

...seem without thee, By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too refined. Like the Sun, &c. 3. " Go, thou vision wildly gleaming. Softly on my soul...swell. Fancy and the Poet's shell. Go, thou vision," &c. The following verses are no less pathetic — but Mr Russell does not hint whether they too were...

...seem without thee. By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too refined. Like the Sun, &c. 3. " Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul...swell. Fancy and the Poet's shell. Go, thou vision," &c. The following verses are no less pathetic — but Mr Russell does not hint whether they too were...

...without thee ; By that pure and lucid rnind Earthly things were too refined. Like the Sun, SEC. III. Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul...swell, Fancy and the Poet's shell. Go, thou vision, &c. THE FRAILTY OF BEAUTY. I. I must tune up my harp's broken string, For the fair has commanded the...

...without thee ; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too refined. Like the Sun, &c. III. Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul...burning — generous swell, Fancy and the Poet's shell. Ho, thou vision, &c. THE FRAILTY OF BEAUTT. I. /I must tune up my harp's broken string, For the fair...

...lucid mind Earthly things were too, refined. Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul ttiat fell ; Go, for me no longer beaming — Hope and Beauty!...burning, generous swell, Fancy, and the poet's shelL SAMUEL WOODWORTH. TBE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When...

...That they nothing seem without thee ; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too refined. Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul...burning generous swell, Fancy, and the Poet's shell. 183 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, Born 1 792, died 1822. THE QUESTION. I DREAM'D that, as I wandered by the...

...seem without thee ; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too refined. Like the Sun, &c. in. Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, Softly on my...swell, Fancy and the Poet's shell. Go, thou vision, &c. THE FRAILTY OF BEAUTY. L I must tune up my harp's broken string, For the fair has commanded the...

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...the tender Abigail drew the curtains noiselessly and close round her charge. 313 CHAPTER XL Go, them vision wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul that fell...burning — generous swell, Fancy and the poet's shell. C. WOLFB. Evening was closing rapidly over the hamlet of Bochelle ; the village-green presented a scene...