...with loud screams Chidins his mate back to her nest ; but she Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stony gorge, out of his ken, A heap of...precipices Echo her stormy scream as she sails by.' — Ibid. p. 33. This certainly is a very noble picture. Our readers will, we are sure, feel also the...

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...with loud screams Chiding his mate back to her nest ; but she Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stony gorge out of his ken, A heap of...that poor bird flies home, nor knows his loss — So Bustum knew not his own loss, but stood Over his dying son, and knew him not. But with a cold, incredulous...

...Chiding his mate back to her nest ; but she Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stouy gorge out of his ken, A heap of fluttering feathers...dripping precipices Echo her stormy scream as she Bails by : — As that poor bird flies home, nor knows his loss, — So Rnstum knew not his own loss,...

...her nest ; but she Lift dying, tritli lite arrow iii ker tide, In tome far eUmy gorge out of kit fen, A heap of fluttering feathers : never more Shall the...her flying over it ; Never the black and dripping precipice* Echo her stormy scream <u itie nu> by : As that poor bird flies to his home, nor knows his...

...such a tragical bereavement, writes, — 'She whom he mourns Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stony gorge, out of his ken, A heap of fluttering feathers i never more Shall the lake glass her flying over it ; Never the black and dripping precipices Echo...

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...with loud screams chiding his mate back to her nest; but she lies dying, with the arrow in her side, in some far stony gorge out of his ken, a heap of...that poor bird flies home, nor knows his loss — so Rustom knew not his own loss, but stood over his dying son, and knew him not. M. ARNOLD IIl6 THE DEATH...

...with loud screams Chiding his mate back to her nest ; but she Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stony gorge out of his ken, A heap of...that poor bird flies home, nor knows his loss — So Rustnm knew not his own loss, but stood Over his dying son, and knew him not.' As a picture of bird-life...

...with loud screams Chiding his mate back to her nest; but she Lies dying, with the arrow in her side, In some far stony gorge out of his ken, A heap of fluttering feathers—never more Shall the lake glass her, flying over it; Never the black and dripping precipices...