...fell Disease, that must Lay the most stately fabric in the dust. LINES ON VISITING MY UNCLE'S GRAVE. No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew. BYRON. 'Tis sweet to mark beneath the moon The arms of yonder ancient tree ; Though o'er my soul it...

...3 Who loves must fear, and sure who loves like me Must greatly fear. ' No more — no more — ah ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall...new. Hived in our bosoms, like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas ! 't was not in them, but in thy power, To...

...treasures it. ' When it happens — as was the case with Lord Byron in Greece — that the same 1 [" No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The...and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee Thlnk'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas ! 'twas not in them, but in thy power To double...

...treasures it. < When it happens — as was the case with Lord Byron in Greece — that the same 1 [" No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can f;ill like dew. Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new. Hived...

...of Don Juan, •where, after satirizing every thing and person within his reach, he breaks out with "No more, no more! oh, never more on me, The freshness...beautiful and new. Hived in our bosoms like the bag o1 the bee: Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew [ Alas ! 'twas not in them, but in thy...

...might this unhappy man say, as the representative of a class, in the exquisite words of the poet — " No more — no more — oh never more on me The freshness...Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosom like the bags o' the bee."' DON JUAN, Canto I. All the real happiness of this world for him has...

...invite our compassionate sympathy : — ' No more — no more — Oh! nevermore on me The freshness ot" the heart can fall like dew. Which out of all the...emotions beautiful and new. Hived in our bosoms like the bap o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas 1 'twas not in them, but in...

...soul used to vibrate to his voice, as it has never done since to any joy or sorrow in existence. ' No more — no more — oh, never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew !' The pure fancies of girlhood have long since been forgotten amid the glittering gauds of worldly...

...inexpressible source of pleasure to me, and now — when that creative fancy has very much subsided, " Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new," and clads them in a brilliant but delusive colouring — even now, the sea, revisited after any absence,...

...spent my life, both interest and principal, And deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible. ccxiv. No more — no more — Oh ? never more on me The...and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas ! 't was not in them, but in thy power To double...