...children, and his friends unseen. 310 IN vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair- blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children,...their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! 315 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The...

...drift, Thinking o'er all the Htleniess of death , 18 Mix'd with the leader anguish nature shoots Thro' the wrung bosom of the dying man , His wife, his children,...innocence. Alas ! Nor wife , nor children , more shall he behold , I Nor friends , nor sacred home. On every nerve ; The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense...

...kiss to share. Thomson has thus depicted circumstances of a congenial nature : Jri vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and...innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. Winter, 311. NUMBER II. • Lucretius • Doctrina solers...

...tire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor f'iifiids, nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense;...

...shapeless drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife,...innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes; shuts up sense; And,...

...shapeless drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife,...innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes; shuts up sense; And,...

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...drift , Thinking o'er all (he bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Thro' the wrung bosom of the dying Man , His wife, his children...innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts np sense ;...

...In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-hlazing, and the vestment warm ; In rain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling...their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! If or wife, nor children, more shall he hehold. Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The...

...the vestment wa- m ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand thrir sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home." The word officious is here used in its primitive though not...