...the bonk of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; or portrays with ginary paradise where . , The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, sighed till woman smiled ; or transports us to that awful time when Christian faith remains unshaken...

...slow-wheeling from the deep ; In vain, to soothe the solitary shade, Aerial notes in mingling measure played ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The...whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray, — The world was sad !...

...slow-wheeling from the deep; In vain, to soothe the solitary shade, Aerial notes in mingling measure play'd; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee; — • Btill slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray,—...

...vain to soothe the solitary shade Aerial notes in mingling measure play'd, The summer wind that nhook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur...a wild, And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled !" Whilst the company were assembling, and prior to grace being said, the bund played the fine...

...regulated system of Husbandry. Aa the English Poet most beatifully says of the Garden of Paradise, "The world was sad! the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sigh'd, 'till woman smiled." Where is her power and influence—her taste so successfully exerted, and which universally...

...have noticed one or two not referred to, in which this may be easily observed. " Still slowly passed the melancholy day • And still the stranger wist not where to stray." " That relaxation of the languid frame By soft recumbency of outstretched limbs." " Here rills of oily...

...wind that shook the spangled tree, The wispering wave, the murmur of the bee; — Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...sad; — the garden was a wild; And man, the hermit, sighed — till WOMAN smiled." An old Pioneer, quaintly observed to the author: "they began to go east...

...from the deep ; In vain, to soothe the solitary shade, jErial notes, in mingling measures played ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree ; The...wave, — the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stay. The world was sad, — the...

...solitary there : Two paradises are in one, To live in Paradise alone. Andrew МлгтеП, ' The Oarden.' The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And Man, the hermit, sighed till Woman smiled. Campbell, ' Pleasures of Hope.' [See preface to ' Evadne.'] Izaak Walton...

...of night, th< parlour in South Molton Street was every I favour in his eyes : " Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray ' until the evening again restored to him the so< i Sinclairs. Among the scenes in Paris which \ strongest...