...upwards of an hour after the great luminary had disappeared. It was just that sort of evening when " parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang...still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray." The hope of fine weather thus held out to us was unfortunately not realized. On the 21st it blew what...

...upwards of an hour after the great luminary had disappeared. It was just that sort of evening when " parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till—'tis gone, and all is gray." The hope of fine weather thus held out to us was unfortunately...

...upwards of an hour after the great luminary had disappeared. It was just that sort of evening when " parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps awav, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray." The hope of fine weather thus...

...Which streams upon her stream, and glass'd within it glows. Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues,...loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray. BYRoN. THE ASPEN LEAF. I WoULD not be A leaf on yonder aspen tree ; In every fickle breeze to play,...

...descriptive poetry. — PROFESSOR WILSON.] xxvu. XXIX. Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, i Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, / From...loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray There is a tomb in Arqua; — rear'd in air, Pillar'd in their sarcophagus, repose The bones of Laura's...

...and glass'd within it glows, Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon its waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the...loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray. It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellow'd and...

...[glows, Which streams upon her stream, and glass'd within it XXIX. FilPd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues,...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — Ч is gone — and all is grey. XXX. There is a tomb in Arqua ; — rear'd in air, Pillur'd in...

...all its hue», From the rich sunset to Ihe rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now Ihcy change; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the...pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The lust still loveliest, till — Ч is gone — and all is grey. XXX. There is a tomb in Arqua ; —...

...in this age of descriptive poetry • WILsON.] xxvII. xxIx. Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues,...the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical varicty diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting...

...scenery of our land, to hymn its praise in breathing thoughts and glowing words ; yet here as there, " Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang...loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray !" I cannot tell of the beauties of climes I have never seen ; but I have gazed upon all the varied...