...PENSEROSO. HENCE, vain deluding joys, The brood of Folly, without father bred, How. little you bestead, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell...dreams. The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But hail, thou Goddess, sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright...

...half-regain'd F.urydice. These delights, if thou canst gire, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. Ц Paueroso. t. Ferd. It had been well Could you have liv'd thus...too much i' th' light — but no more ; I come to I Dwell in some idle brain ; And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, AB thick and numberless As...

...vow to be remembered long after, amid tears more bitter than any she had this day shed. CHAPTER II. " Hence, vain deluding joys, The brood of folly, without...bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys." Milton. " I AM always sorry, Matilda, to interfere in any way with your enjoyments, but you must feel...

...Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to lire. II Ptnacrom. Hence rain ch him struck he came, And roiir'd toy* ! Dwell in some idle brain ; And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless...

...give, Mirth, with thee 1 mean to live. " Hence, vain deluding joj<s, The brood of Folly." IL PENSEBOSO. HENCE, vain deluding joys, The brood of Folly, without...dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But, hail ! thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright...

...PBRSBRtDS®. HENCE, vain deluding joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bestead, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in...dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But hail, thou Goddess, sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright...

...sure progress to the lofty destiny intended by benignant Providence. — Hence, rain deluding joys ! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy...thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun's beams, for lo ! my newspaper, a true Pandora's box, has vomited its ghastly catalogue of horrors,...

...sure progress to the lofty destiny intended by benignant Providence. — Hence, vain deluding joys 1 Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy...thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun's beams, for lo ! my newspaper, a true Pandora's box, has vomited its ghastly catalogue of horrors,...

...half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. IlPenseroto. uso to be made to her shape. * No opinion ahould Injure...» Each. » Endure. "> Wet Tli inking. » Her nec But hail, thou goddess, sage and holy, Hail divincst Melancholy, Whose saintly visage is too bright...

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