...the animal and vegetable worlds. *' Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning, The set of our sun, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light." Such was the tenor of my song, as I was perched on the acorn-covered branch of an oak, after having...

...Each wave that we danc'd ou at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...of our night : Give me back, give me back the wild freehness of morning, Her cloud* and her tears are worth evening'i best lighht. STORY OF ALBERT BANE....

...Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. Oh ! who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,...

...Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. Oh ! who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,...

...Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us at eve, on the blank shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — dve me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning) Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's...

...den Regenbogen der Hoffuung seines Wellington's Namen seyn, • . Ke'er te4l me of glories , strenely adorning The close of our day , the calm eve of our night ; — Givs me back , give me back the wild freshnett of Morning, Her clouda and her tears are worth...

...promise! So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave that we danced on at morning ebbs Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh! who would not welcome that moment's returning, When Passion first waked a new life through his...

...Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tean...

...Each wave that we danced on at morning ebb« from ui, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore'alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me bacic, the wild freskaess of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening'* best light. Oh !...

...our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve,...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life through his frame, And his soul — like the wood that grows precious in burning —...