...us pass ? They all are gone, and thou art gone as well ! Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again. And long the way appears, which seemed so short To the less practised...

...night!" she repeated, and voent on— "I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headkmg train;— The foot less prompt to meet the morning...And hope once crush'd less quick to spring again!" § 1. THROTJGHOCT this long winter of discontent came to them one ray of hope from the outside world....

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...river-grass, Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass? — • They all are gone, and thou art gone as well! I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with gray; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train; — The foot less prompt...

...People who prize beauty and health so highly can hardly think otherwise when age comes and they . . . feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey ; They feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train ; — The foot less prompt...

...pass ? — They all are gone, and thou art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again. 584 And. long the way appears, which seem'd so short To tVae unpractised eye of sanguine youth ; And...

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...heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer'd thee. . . . Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade ; I...And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again. . . . XXIII. GRIEF ' Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Then have I reason to be fond of grief.'...