...hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill Soft-tinkling down the moss-grown hill, Whilst through the west, where sinks the crimson Day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey? Say, from Affliction's various source Do none but turbid waters flow ? And cannot fancy clear...

...gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft trickling down the moss-grown hill, While thro' the west where sinks the crimson day Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey? MASON. To meliorate the sufferings of unmerited calamity, to enable us to bear up against the...

...of wind ; As drops this little weeping rill. Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill ; While, thro' the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray ?'* MASON. EMILY, some time after her return to La Vallee, received letters from her aunt, madame Cheron,...

...hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill Soft-tinkling down the moss-grown hill, Whilst through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek...Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray. And cannot Fancy clear their course ? For Fancy is the friend of wo. Say, 'mid that grove, in love-lorn...

...gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While thro' the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray ? II. Say, from Affliction's various source Do none but turbid waters flow ? And cannot Fancy clear...

...friend from any imputation of vanity, whatever becomes of myself, I shall here insert the passage. While through the west, where sinks the crimson day....Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey. you have seen, having been in a very listless, unpleasant, and inutile state of mind for this...

...friend from any imputation of vanity, whatever becomes of myself, I shall here insert the passage. While through the west, where sinks the crimson Day,...Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray. two small volumes, "Memoires de Madame Staal." The facts are no great matter, but the manner and vivacity...

...this hollow gust of wind; As drops this little weeping rill; Soft trickling down the moss grown hill ? While through the. west, where sinks the crimson day,...Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey. Those notes, which are, at intervals, heard from animals and birds, are equally gratifying to...

...gust of wind ; As drop! this little weeping rill, Soft, tinkling down the moss-grown hill ; Wink-, through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek...Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray ? MASON. EMILY, some time after her return to La Vallee, received letters from her aunt, Madame Cheron,...

...admirable description of twilight in few words. — But nobody has excelled Mr. Mason upon this topic : " While through the west, where sinks the crimson day,...Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey." WAKEFIELD. Ver. 7. Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight.] " Ere the bat hath flown...