...without their threatening conclusion : — • i '" ' Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, ti While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, ,; . In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,— ., ._. y . 4 Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm.. So it seemed, and so it was; for happier...

...his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. 70 Ver. 64. Low on his funeral couch he lies.] Death of that King, abandoned by his children, and even...

...Edward the Third, than the clouds and tempests which darkened the horizon of his unhappy grandson : Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While...Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey. A. — We have another illustration of the misfortunes...

...the imagery of this passage in his Bard, hut dropt the allusion to the parable of the prodigal — ' Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, While,...Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hnsh'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.' 3 So in Othello : ' The bawdy wind, that kisses all...

...allusion to the parable of the prodigal—• ' Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, \Vhile, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim...goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; That hnsh'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.' Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,...

...pause, '•' Hence perhaps originated the following passage in The Bard of Gray : — ' The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn.' ' And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks3.— * Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen...

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...his obsequies. Is the sable warrior1 fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair1 laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant...

...and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and bcggar'd by the strumpet wind!" to the imitation in the Bard : " Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While...realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim...

...fled ? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. " The swarm that in thy noontide beam were bora ? " In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; '' Youth on...pleasure at the helm ; "Regardless of the sweeping whirlwinds sway, " That, hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey. 6 " Edward lo! to sudden fate...