...brightening face; You cannot bar mjrconstant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams, at eve. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,...fancy, reason, virtue, — nought can me bereave. Dante has a sentiment not dissimilar, in his indignant rejection of the conditional return to Florence,...

...cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health шу nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to...; Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave. ' The love of nature,' says Coleridge, ' seems to have led Thomson to a cheerful religion ; and a gloomy...

...and lawns, by living «ream at eve: Let health my nerves and nneijibres brace, And I their lays— to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue — nought can me bereave. Another day — is added to the mass Of buried ng"«. Lo ! the beauteous moon, Like a fair shepherdess,...

...which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace, The woods or lawn, by living stream at eve; Let health my nerves and...: Of fancy, reason, virtue nought can me bereave. The tragedies and several minor efforts of Thomson are now quite neglected ; and he is remembered by...

...brightning face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams, at eve ; Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,...Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave." The address of the bard of active virtue is worthy of being listened to in every age. "Ye hapless race...

...bright'ning face. You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams, at eve ; Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,...children leave, Of fancy, reason, virtue nought can me bereave."2 Nor should we forget to observe in the imagery of Taylor, a dramatic distinctness and unity...

...world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow ? SHELLEY. Contentment. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot...: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave. Erronés. Stella, lucenti per inane penna Flammeos velox agitare cursus, Ede, qvo noctis tua nunc in...

...bright'ning face : You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,...leave. Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave. 106. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm 1 How shall...

...rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet...Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave." itte, Dxtckai Craity, .V.,,'.. 1850. THE HUMANITARIAN LANGUAGE. (A tAEAPHBASE.) BEGONE, tliou bastard...

...rol> me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the window» of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant...children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me Ьегеате." Hugksonciííe, DuUhcss County, .toe-, 1850. THE HUMANITARIAN LANGUAGE. (A PARAPHRASE.)...