...woodbines flaunt when blue bells fade, Where Don reflects the skies ; And many a youth in Shire-cliffs' shade Will ramble where my boyhood played, Though...I felt the arrow as he sighed His last and slept." W IN - HILL; THE CURSE OF GOD. TO FRANCIS PLACE, ESQ., AUTHOR OF , Hustmttons of liic ^{(nciple oi...

...woodbines flaunt when bluebells fade, Where Don reflects the skies ; And many a youth in Shire cliffs' shade Will ramble where my boyhood played, Though...was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as lie sighed His last, and slept. RONALD HERBERT, THE SELFISH MAN. y BY MRS. SC HALL. CHAPTER I. I WAS...

...panting woods the breeze will feel, And bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But T through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more....I felt the arrow as he sighed His last and slept." W IN - HI LL; 01, THE CURSE OF GOD. TO FRANCIS PLACE, ESQ., AUTHOR OF " Illustrations of tijt ^iinriplt...

...woodbines flaunt when blue bells fade, Where Don reflects the skies ; And many a youth in Shire-cliffs' shade Will ramble where my boyhood played, Though...I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet of the poor, His books were rivers,...

...breeze will feel, And howers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodhined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by...i felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A 1'OET'8 EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet of the poor, His hooks were rivers,...

...will feel. And bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodbined Ianes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood and wept ; For 1 was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A l'OET'8 EPITAPH....

...more, no more. The wren below, the thrush above, Of bright to-morrow's joy and love Sing to the sun. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood and wept ; For I was stricken when he died — And where the rose-leaf, ever bold, I felt the arrow as he sighed Hears bees chant hymns to God,...

...bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel ; But I through woodbine lanes shall steal Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood...felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. The old poets were either very prodigal men of their kernels of sense, or only the kernels of the old poets...

...shade Will ramble where my boyhood play'd, Though Alfred dies. Then panting woods the breeze will fed, And bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses...was stricken when he died — I felt the arrow as he sigh'd His last and slept. COME AND GONE. TOR silent moonbeams on the drifted snow Shine cold, and...

...Don reflects the skies ; And many a youth in Shire-cliffs' shade Will ramble where mv boyhood play'd, Though Alfred dies. Then panting woods the breeze...stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sigh'd His last, and slept. A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet of the...