...most alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well- spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ;...

...only pleasures instruction, we can call our own. Lighter than air, hope's summer visions fly, if but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky : if but a beam of...art, the grasp of power, snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour 1 These, when the trembling spirit a- wings her flight, pour round her path a stream...

...truthful oracles, said Mr, Conrad, as he bid Mrs. Cope adieu at the Astor House. CHAPTER XIV. DESPONDENCY. But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...of that blessing is elegantly delineated : — Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions fly ; If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky, If but a beam of...play, — Lo ! fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. Compare these verses with Warburton's Inquiry into the Causes of Prodigies, as related by Historians,...

...most alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...power, Snatch the rich relics of a well spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light :...

...most alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...power, Snatch the rich relics of a well spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light :...

...alone, — The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...i ., - The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...alone, 1 The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lol Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich...

...tender and elegant lines which close the poem : ' Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour 1 These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...