...woman is the fairy form that delights and brightens the visions of our youth; — we feel that • The world was sad — the garden was a wild, And man the hermit mourned till woman smiled;' we gaze upon her as upon a superior being; — we honour her as the last,...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — , Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled ! True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish on his fiery wing ; Barr'd...

...woman — without whom society would be divested of half its charms, the world would be a blank. " The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, sighed till woman smil'd." So said or sung Campbell ; and his 08 TUK MTKRAKY COTERIE. Pleaturet of...

...love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty, Oh! what were man ?—a world without a sun ! " The world was sad !—the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd—till Woman smil'd ! " Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep The dark'ning world, and tempest-troubled...

...he thought a paradise. He replied, " Because it is at present a solitude, for you know," added he, "The world was sad, — the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, siglied — till woman smil'd." " Now your smile, Miss Melross, might indeed make such a place a paradise."...

...excitement to another ; society had no spell to soothe his memory, and change no charm to lull it ; " Still slowly passed the melancholy day, and still the stranger wist not where to stray ;" at length he joined the cause of the struggling Greeks, and his name has been ofien and honourably...

...excitement to another : society had no spell to soothe his memory, and change no charm to lull it : " Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray." At length he joined the cause of the struggling Greeks, and his name has been often and honourably...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...a, wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd— till Woman smU'd'. THE SCEPTIC. OH ! lives there, Heav'n ! beneath thy dread expanse. One hopeless, dark Idolater...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled ! True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish on his fiery wing ; Barr'd...

...mingling measure played; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ;— Still slowly passed the melancholy...sad !—the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sighed—till Woman smiled! True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish on his...