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Page 33 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 34 - Why doft thou awake me, O gale? It .feems to fay, I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, and the blaft that fhall fcatter my leaves. To-morrow fhall the traveller come ; he that faw me in my beauty fhall come; his eyes will fearch the field but they will not find me.
Page 8 - Poem, translated (in blank verse) from the Latin of Titus Lucretius Carus, accompanied with the original Text, and illustrated with Notes philological and explanatory, by John Mason Good.
Page 13 - Newspapers : and, in addition to all these, the actors must please not to be taken ill, the weather mustplease not to be unfavourable, the opposing theatre must please not to put up strong bills ; and then ! — what then ? — why then — " Please to pay the bearer the small sum of * * * ;" and, NB which sum is sometimes, par accident, not paid at all*. "Ay; but...
Page 10 - I asked him for it again, he downrighl. refused me; and so I told him to give me another — and he did, very civilly ; he gave me his own ; and they beat in such unison, that I don't think either of us will be sorry for the change as long as we exist. Mrs Aub. Heavens ! who is it ? Not Sir Edward Specious ? O/ir.
Page 39 - Love, which drew these sorrows on me, Love alone can yield relief; The pitying power that has undone me, Pours the balm that heals my grief. What though memory so severely Tells me that my joys are gone ; Let but him I love so dearly Smile, and all my cares are flown. Mrs Bel.