...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament,— for I am one Whom men love not,—...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy 'd, like joy in memory yet. The following lines also appear to us extremely beautiful, though,...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Ualike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, tho1 enjoy'd, like...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December, 1818. AUTUMN: A DIRGE. THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs...

...lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament, — for 1 am onr, Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. HEAVISIDE. My dear friend, Haselfoot, I must at once say that there are some passages in that review...

...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December, 1818. AUTUMN: A DIRGE. THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs...

...gone, .., . н , Which my lost heart, too »oon grown ojd, Insults with i Ы . untimely moan ; They might lament— for I am one Whom men love not, —...yet regret«, , ,] Unlike this day, which, when the sua Shall on its stainless glory »et, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet." We have...

...old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — und yet regret. Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy»d, like joy in memory yet." We have not space to notice the longer poems contained in this volume,...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament, — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike tius day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy...

...sweet day is gone, r . Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet." AN EPICIDIUM, In Memory of a very promising young Man, (Mr. William...

...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon%rown oUl, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December, 1818. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 51 AUTUMN; THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,...