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...way !" O eease, my fears ! — all frantie as I go, When thought ereates unnumber'd seenes of woe, t p X deelining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he seours the groaning...

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...fields, we have no occasion to adopt the following sentiments of the poet, so feelingly expressed : " What, if the Lion in his rage I meet? Oft in the dust I view his printed feet ; By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt Wolves and sullen Tigers in his train ; Before...

...repeated jolting., and I was unable to sustain the fatigue of it longer than two hours at a time ;. What if the lion in his rage I meet! Oft in the dust...Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rouzed he scours the groaning plain. Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train ; Before them death...

...eclogue, without paying the tribute of admiration so justly due to the following nervous lines : " What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust...Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he scours the'groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them death...

...beautiful eclogue, without paying the tribute of admiration so justly due to the following nervous lines: " What if the lion in his rage I meet! Oft in the dust...Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them death...

...frantic as I go, When thought creates unmmiber'd scenes of wo, What if the lion in his rage I meet 1 Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful...Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train. At that dead hour...

...all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage 1 meet! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet...light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By htonger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before...

...my way !" O cease, my fears! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnmnber'd scenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view bis printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner...