...hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan Despair— Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled; But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure 1 Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail! Still would her...

...Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled: — A solemn, strange, and mingled air: — 'Twos sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope...with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure 1 Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail! Still would her...

...the strings. With woeful measures wan Despair — .Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd , A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hupe ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And...

...hurried hand the strings. With woeful measures wan Despair — Low solemn sounds his grief beguiled, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thnu, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure,...

...unknown good, and tinge the hazy prospect with hopes and wishes and more charming fears. " But thou, oh Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail !" Whatever is placed beyond the reach...

...unknown good, and tinge the hazy prospect with hopes and wishes and more charming fears. " But thou, oh Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!" Whatever is placed beyond the reach...

...the strings. With woeful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds, his grief beguil'd, A soleum, our the deeeit. If an enormous salmon ehanee to spy...greedily sueks in th' unfaithful food ; Then downward pl seenes at distanee hail Г Still would her toueh the strain prolong, And from the roeks, the woods,...

...prospective pleasure, amidst the echo of surrounding and responsive rocks, and woods, and valleys. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong,...

...Mozart, for Beethoven is seldom or ever tender, his melancholy is of higher cast — •• A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild ;" And in his movements of a lighter character the same wiidncss is to be found iu a less degree. There...

...particularly of Despair: " With woful measures wan Despair— Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild." The picture of Hope that follows this, is beautiful s almost beyond imitation. By the united powers...