...and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose ; Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falliug floods, And breathes a browner...

...melancholy dwell! It is that gloomy spirit, of which the poet sings, Black melancholy sits, and round her throws, A deathlike silence and a dread repose, Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower and darkens every green, Deepens the murmurs of the falling floods And breathes a browner...

...busy stir of life and health. In the words of the poet, here — Pale melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green — Deepens the murmurs of the falling floods, And breathes a...

...and dusky caves, Long sounding «isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A deathlike silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner...

...caves, Long sounding isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws 165 A death-like silence and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner...

...and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose ; Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the Rilling floods, And breathes a browner...

...and dusky caves. Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves. Black melancholy sits, and round her the first book of a work projected in concert by Pope, Swift, nnd every flower, and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And hreathes a hrowner...

...dusky caves, ' Long-sounding aisles, and intermingling graves, Black melancholy sits— and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose. Her gloomy presence saddens every scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,...

...and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A deathlike silence, and a dread repose. Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner...

...and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A deathlike silence, and a dread repose. Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner...