...the steep, her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though half untrue, Whose erring heart the...

...the steep her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger...wanderings never knew • The world's regard, that soothes, tho' half untrue, ^ \Vhose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'4 no...

...the steep her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though half untrue, Whose erring heart the...

...the steep, her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, lhat soothes, though half untrue, 296 Whose erring heart...

...steep, her blazing faggots burn, " To hail the bark that never can return ; " And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep, " That constant love can linger on the deep." Surely nothing can be move pathetic than the sensation of this poor girl, lamenting that her lover...

...steep her blazing faggots burn, . To hail the bark that never can return; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though half untrue, Whose erring heart the...

...the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand' rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, thpugh half untrue, Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. You friendless man, ajt whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and passes by ; Condemn'd...

...linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that sooths, though half untrue; Whose erring heart the lash of...man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and passes by ; Condemn'd on Penury's barren path to roam—- Scorn'd by the world, and left...

...speeches, and in popular afterpieces at the theatre. He is, of course, always poor, but virtuous, — " A friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks, and passes by." We shall not quarrel, however, with the fidelity of this fancy sketch ; but we may be allowed to doubt...

...the steep, her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And,markthewretch, whose wanderingsnever knew The world's regard, that sooths, though half untrue,...