...blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be • past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of...which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes,...

...blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of...gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again. i [These verses were given to Moore by Lord Byron for Mr....

...the principle of good aa to render a return to honest life impossible. " The magnet of tlieir cotrrse is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver' d sail shall never stretch again." It is admitted that this " wretchlessness of unclean living,"...

...blush alone that fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone e'er youth itself be past. " Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of...gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again." Only a few days before she left him forever, Lord Byron sent...

...of modern writers, a more perfect antithesis to that class of litterateurs — " The magnet of whose course is gone, or only points in vain. The shore to Which their shivered sail shall never stretch again" — than in the writings of Hugh Miller. The influences that...

...of modern writers, a more perfect antithesis to that class of litterateurs — " The magnet of whose course is gone, or only points in vain, The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again" — than in the writings of Hugh Miller. The influences that...

...blush alone, which fades s« fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of...The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never streteh again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for...

...repeating, with the proud despair of a Fallen Angel, the Byronic lines — Then the spirits that still float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er...gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shivered sail can never stretch again ! This young gentleman finds the world he defies an ugly customer....

...raising hopes and dashing them down, appearing present yet far away, absent yet close upon the ear. " The magnet of their course is gone, or only points...which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again." These things we see around us, and we sympathise with what appears an untoward fate, but there are...

...blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of giult or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to...