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...in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ; 1 feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh, their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe ; And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring i: " The stillness of the morning...

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...LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND GENERAL INFORMATION, No. XIIL] SATURDAY, MARCH 26, 1825. [PRICE 3rf. of public SAY, FATHER THAMES, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on this raargent green, The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arms...

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...in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh...race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave ? The captive...

...the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, 1 King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College. As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...race Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave ? The captive...

...venerable buildings of its aged university, I may say with the poet, that still " I feel the goales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving...fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." Glasgow, like many of the cities...

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...Where once my carelefs childhood stray'4 A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from you blow My weary soul they seem to sooth , And redolent of joy and youth To breath a second spring. « O heureuse colline ! O doux ombrage ! 0 champs » aimés en vain , champs...