...tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken bird'e-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine — Speak, that my torturing doubts theirend may know : TO BB IIAYDON, ON SEEING HIS PICTURE OF ЯДРОLEON BtONAPARTE ON THE ISLA.ND...

...Speak, though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold, Than a forsaken...That is indeed the most pathetic description of the speechless palsy that precedes the death of love. "Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?" But...

...Speak, though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold, Than a forsaken...That is indeed the most pathetic description of the speechless palsy that precedes the death of love. " Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant V But...

...Speak, though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken...Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know." WORDSWOKTH. THE last chapter left Ranulph and Iris attendants on their near return to his castle. While...

...Speak, though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold, Than a forsaken...That is indeed the most pathetic description of the speechless palsy that precedes the death of love. "Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant 7" But...

...left more desolate, more dreary cold, Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own blush of leafless eglantine, — Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know ! XXVI. TO BB HAYDON, ON SEEING HIS PICTURE OF NAPOLEOS BONAPARTE ON THE ISLAND OF ST. HELENA. HATDON...

...long time cried like a child. And what was that young heart then, under its all unlocked for loss ? " More dreary cold Than a forsaken bird's nest filled...with snow, Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine. " eyes fixed upward in reverent wonder, as if upon a hovering angel. The various memories which passed...

...soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolaO.^ more dreary cold, Than a forsaken bird's nest filled...that precedes the death of love. "Is there no debt lo pay, no boon to grant V But Laurie, how could you ever fancy a mind of poetic sensibility would...

...pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken bird's-nest fill'd with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine—-...Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know ! WORDSWORTH. IT stands in a sunny meadow, The house so mossy and brown, With its cumbrous old stone...

...mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Titan a forsaken bird's-mat filled with snow, 'JM hi its own bush of leafless eglantine ; Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know.* WORDSWORTH. SOME days passed, during which Dorsey continued his daily \'.<'ig to Lemmington. With judicious...