...national insanity. Once more we say, What must be the end ? THE REQl'IEM OF GENIUS. \:\ MRS HEMANS. Thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the...Robes in its golden beams — ah ! thou hast fled IJ The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful ; The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done...

...death ! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his visioned cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible 690 For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakes...exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah I thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless...

...death! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his visioned cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible 690 For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakes...frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams,—ah! thou hast fled! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius....

...upon the blossomed green. Yes, lovely, warm-hearted child of affection, I will bear thee record, For thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the...in its golden beams ;— -ah! thou hast fled ! THE LOVER'S WELL.—What fancies do not arise in the breast of the female reader ? Is it a tale of true...

...for ever, Lone as incarnate death! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his vision'd cave, Raking r after lied Like some frail exhalation, which the daw u Robes in its golden beams,— ah! thou hast fled !...

...of national insanity. Once more we say, What must be the end ? THE REQUIEM OF GENIUS. BY MRS HEMANS. Thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the...dawn Robes in its golden beams — ah ! thou hast lied ! : The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful ; The child of grace and genius. Heartless things...

...more we say, \Vhat must be the end ? THE REQUIEM OF GENII S. BY MRS HEMANS. Thou art fled Like tome frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams — ah ! thou hast fled I ,' The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful ; The child of grace and genius. Heartless things ' Are...

...Thou art fled Like si. mi: trail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beamt— ah! thou hait fled! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful : The child of grace and genius. Heartless thing* Are done and said i1 the world and mighty earth, In vesper low or joyous orison,...

...for ever, Lone as incarnate death ! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his vision'd cave, Raking fmil exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled; The brave, the...

...an Italian said to me, he was veramente mi angelo. But thon art fled, Like some fair exhalation, — The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius : Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene, who have tothee Been...