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...her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may...that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy, for we must steep (1) £" Time ho\ ers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of...

...cast him off, branded and heart-stricken, from country and from home. As he himself touchingly says, " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep." This laughter, — which, in such temperaments, is the near neighbour of tears, — served as a diversion...

...cast him off, branded and heartstricken, from country and from home. As he himself touchingly says, ' And if I laugh at any mortal thing, ' Tis that I may not weep.' This laughter, — which, in such temperaments, is the near neighbour of tears, — served as a diversion...

...cast him off, branded and heartstricken, from country and from home. As he himself touchingly says, ' And if I laugh at any mortal thing, • Tis that I may not weep.' This laughter, — which, in such temperaments, is the near neighbour of tears, — served as a diversion...

...mellow, And other minds acknowledged my dominion : Now my sere fancy " falls into the yellow Leaf,"( 2 ) and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth...that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy, for we must steep (1) [" Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy...

...her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may...that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy, for we must steep (1) [" Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy...

...cast him off, branded and heart-stricken, from country and from home. As he himself touchingly says, " And if I laugh at any mortal thing, "Tis that I may not weep." This laughter, — which, in such temperaments, is the near neighbour of tears, — served as a diversion...