...in the memory — Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's...when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. TIME. UNFATHOMABLE Sea ! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish...

...ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on....

...approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memoryOdours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on....

...station-house, near Tramore, distant about two miles. A CUTTER ON THE LOOK-OUT. BY WW FYFE, ESQ. FH ss A. &C. Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory;...quicken ; Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on....

...skill, Tis but the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill. IDEM LATINE. TO ERINNA. Music, when soil voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; Odours, when...quicken •. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on....

...Too apt before to kill. IDEM LATINE. TO ERINNA. Vibrates in the memory ; Music, when soft voices die, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the...quicken ; Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; Love itself shall slumber on. And so thy thoughts, when tliou art gone,...

...and bertha ia satin, with a I'i.iiU of roBc satin. POETRY. Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates on the memory ; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live...dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed— And so thy thought, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. SHELLEY. BEAUTY NOT TO BE DESTROYED BY AGE....

...heart beats loud and fast ; Oh ! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last. ToMusic, But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor...in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek L heaj>ed for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber...

...trampling," and liberty " staring," are sufficiently absurd to destroy the sublimity of the poem. To" Music, when soft voices die, " Vibrates in the memory...violets sicken, " Live within the sense they quicken." A DIROB. " Ere the sun through heaven once more has rolled, • • The rale in her heart " Will have...

...break at lut. ToMunie, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violeta $ $ $ heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on....