...mingling measure play'd ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy...And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till Woman smil'd. THE SCEPTIC. OH! lives there, Hcav'n! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark Idolater of Chance,...

...mingling measure play'd; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy...And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till Woman smil'd. POETIC PIECES. THE SCEPTIC. OH ! lives there, Heav'n ! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark...

...the bonk of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; or portrays with ginary paradise where . , The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, sighed till woman smiled ; or transports us to that awful time when Christian faith remains unshaken...

...summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee; — • Btill slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger...And man, the hermit, sigh'd— till Woman smil'd. THE SCEPTIC. OH! lives there, Heav'n! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark Idolater of Chance,...

...mingling measure play'd, The summer wind that bhouk the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day,...a wild, And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled !" Whilst the company were assembling, and prior to grace being said, the band played the fine...

...regulated system of Husbandry. Aa the English Poet most beatifully says of the Garden of Paradise, "The world was sad! the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sigh'd, 'till woman smiled." Where is her power and influence—her taste so successfully exerted, and which universally...

...have noticed one or two not referred to, in which this may be easily observed. " Still slowly passed the melancholy day • And still the stranger wist not where to stray." " That relaxation of the languid frame By soft recumbency of outstretched limbs." " Here rills of oily...

...wind that shook the spangled tree, The wispering wave, the murmur of the bee; — Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...sad; — the garden was a wild; And man, the hermit, sighed — till WOMAN smiled." An old Pioneer, quaintly observed to the author: "they began to go east...

...solitary there : Two paradises are in one, To live in Paradise alone. Andrew МлгтеП, ' The Oarden.' The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And Man, the hermit, sighed till Woman smiled. Campbell, ' Pleasures of Hope.' [See preface to ' Evadne.'] Izaak Walton...

...the bee ; — Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stay. The world was sad, — the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, sighed, 'till woman smiled." We may hope in vain to find Affection in her true beauty among those who...