...drooping in exile, must breathe out its longings for its distant home in accents of melancholy ; ' " The poetry of the ancients was the poetry of enjoyment,...that of desire : the former has its foundation in the scene which is present, while the latter hovers between recollection and hope. Let me not be understood...

...mortal enjoyment is but a fleeting and momentary deception. When the soul, resting as it were under the willows of exile, breathes out its longing for...that of desire : the former has its foundation in the scene which is present, while the latter hovers betwixt recollection and hope. Let me not be understood...

...surrounded by those who sympathize neither with our joys nor sorrows, ' the soul, resting as it were under the willows of exile, .breathes out its longing for its distant home.'* His lordship should have mingled with us in private society, and in those social religious meetings...

...exile, ' breathes out its lunging for its distant home, the prevailing ' character of its song must he melancholy. Hence the poetry 'of the ancients was...that 'of desire; the former has its foundation in the scene which is ' present, while the latter hovers hetween recollection and hope. ' Let us not be understood...

...mortal ' enjoyment is but a fleeting and momentary deception. When ' the soul resting, as it were, under the willows of exile, ' breathes out its longing for...its distant home, the prevailing ' character of its sung must be melancholy. Hence the poetry 'of the ancients was the poetry of enjoyment, and ours is...

...surrounded by those who sympathize neither with our joys nor sorrows, ' the soul, resting as it were under the willows of exile, breathes out its longing for its distant home.'* His lordship should have mingled with us in private society, and in those social religious meetings...

...soul, resting as it were under the willows of exile, breathes out its longing for its distant home. Hence, the poetry of the ancients was the poetry of enjoyment, and ours that of desire: the former has its foundation in the scene which is present, while the latter hovers...

...dawning of our real existence opens in a world beyond the grave. The soul, resting as it were under the willows of exile, breathes out its longing for its distant home. Hence, the poetry of the ancients was the poetry of enjoyment, and ours that of desire : the former...

...mortal enjoyment is but a fleeting and momentary deception. When the soul, resting as it were under the willows of exile,* breathes out its longing for...that of desire: the former has its foundation in the scene which is present, while the latter hovers betwixt ,. recollection and hope. Let me not be understood...

...mortal enjoyment is but a fleeting and momentary deception. When the soul, resting as it / were under the willows of exile,* breathes out its longing for...Hence the poetry of the ancients was the poetry of en« joyment, and ours is that of desire: the former has its foundation in 'the scene which is present,...