...me how envy'd! — for to me, The herald ftill of mifery, Mein'ry makes her influence known Uy fighs and tears, and grief alone: I greet her as the fiend to whom belong The vulture's rav'ning beak, the raven'* fun'ral Cong. Alone, at midnight's haunted hour, When Mature woo's repofe...

...blank leaf of this Poem. They present so affecting a reverse of the picture, that I cannot neglect the opportunity of introducing them here. Pleasures...greet her as the fiend, to whom belong The vulture's rav'ning beak, the raven's fun'ral song. Alone, at midnight's haunted hour, When Nature wooes repose...

...confines of thy tranquil breast Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays! By me how envied! — for to me, The herald still of misery, Memory makes her...greet her as the fiend, to whom belong The vulture's rav'ning beak, the raven's fun'ral song. sy Alone, at midnight's haunted hour, When Nature wooes repose...

...indeed, the subject of thy lays ! By me how envied ! for to me, The herald still of misery, Mem'ry makes her influence known By sighs and tears, and...greet her as the fiend to whom belong The vulture's rav'ning beak, the raven's fun'ral song. Alone, at midnight's haunted hour, When nature woos repose...

...confmes of thy tranquil breast Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays! By me how envied ! — for to me, The herald still of misery, Memory makes her...fair occasions gone for ever by ; Of hopes too fondly nursed, too rudely crossed, . Of many a cause to wish, yet fear to die; For what, except th' instinctive...

...confines of thy tranquil breast Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays! By me how envied ! — for to me, The herald still of misery, Memory makes her...grief alone : I greet her as the fiend, to whom belong >• '' •' >i*' The vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral song. >- 'VtShe tells of time mispent,...

...Yet still how sweet the soothings of his art! P. 38, 1.2. Turns but to start, and gazes but to sigh ! The following stanzas are said to have been written...fair occasions gone for ever by; Of hopes too fondly nursed, too rudely crossed, Of many a cause to wish, yet fear to die; For what, except th" instinctive...

...confines of thy tranquil breast Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays; By me how envied \ — for to me, The herald still of misery, Memory makes her...belong The vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral sonf. Alone, at midnight's haunted hour, When nature woo's repose in vain, Remembrance wastes her penal...

...indeed, the subject of thy lays ! By me how envy'd ! — for to me, The herald still of misery. Mem'ry makes her influence known By sighs and tears, and...greet her as the fiend to whom belong The vulture's rav'ning beak, the raven's fun'ral song. Alone, at midnight's haunted hour, When Nature woos repose...

...confines of thy tranquil breast Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays! By me how envied ! — for to me, The herald still of misery, Memory makes her...beak, the raven's funeral song. She tells of time raispent, of comfort lost, Of fair occasions gone for ever by; Of hopes too fondly nursed, too rudely...