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...its morning-hour, As when the fhades of Time ferenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; 190 The. tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year ' a melancholy grace!' And as the fparks of focial love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth, a...

...its morning hour, Than when the fhades of Time ferenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; 190 The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace! And as the fparks of focial love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth, a...

...deeply in its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from...smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle; 51 So scenes of life, when present and confest, Stamp but their bolder features on the breast; Yet...

...deeply in its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from...features on the breast; Yet not an image, when remotely view'd, However trivial, and however rude, But wins the heart, and wakes the social sigh, With every...

...deeply in its morning hour, As when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from...features on the breast ; Yet not an image, when remotely view'd, However trivial, and however rude, But wins the heart, and wakes the social sigh, With every...

...deeply in its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from...confest, Stamp but their bolder features on the breast; E Yet not an image, when remotely view'd, However trivial, 'and however rude, But wins the heart, and...

...deeply in its morning hour, Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall, — The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace; Each hallowed vision newer beauty gains, And in the heart for ever fixed, remains.' (To oe continued.)...

...deeply in its morning-hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch, and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace Steal from...year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social life expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile,...

...deeply in its morning hour, Than when the shades of time serenely fall, On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace. Another poet, comparatively unknown, has beautifully connected ruins with the memory of a bad action.—It...