...usual, Mr. Scrope is right. Both are best, and we ought to accept of either with grateful hearts. " Farewell ! — a word that must be, and hath been, A sound which makes us linger." We request Mr. Scrope to give us the benediction. " Farewell, then, dear brothers of the angle; and...

...palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low. CLXXXVI. gone — , ui linger; — yet — farewell ! Ye I who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last,...

...usual, Mr. Scrope is right. Both are best, and we ought to accept of either with grateful hearts. " Farewell !— -a word that must be, and hath been, A sound which makes us linger." We request Mr. Scrope to give as the benediction. Farewell, then, dear brothers of the angle; and when...

...* Unless,' as I said, ' Messieurs, you are masters, and not me [I].' " — Capt. B. Hall. (2nd.) " Farewell ! Ye who have traced the pilgrim to the scene...memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye [you] swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell. Farewell...

...Less palpably before me—and the glow,' Which in my spirit dwelt, is fluttering, faint and low." " Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— , A sound which makes us linger—yet—farewell !" NOTE.—Crozat died in 1738, at the age of eighty-three. He had several...

...253 Farewell! a word that mnst be, and hath been— A sonnd which makes ns linger;—yet—farewell! Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in yonr memories dwell A thonght which once was his, if on ye swell A single reeolleetion, not in vain...

...before me— and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low. CLXXXVI. Farewell ta ng their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around J Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought...

...palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low. CLXXX.VI. Farewell ! a word that must be, and hath been —...sound which makes us linger ; — yet — farewell i Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought...

...given over to the memory. Who can look upon the soil of Italy for the last time without regret ? • Farewell ! a word that must be and hath been — A sound which makes us linger ; yet, farewell ! ' CHAPTER XV. Travellers in Italy and Writers upon Italy — Pilgrimages — Petrarch — Poggio...

...Less palpably before me—and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering,faint, and low. CLXXXVI. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— A sound which makes us linger ;-—yet—farewell Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories...