...unknown good, and tinge the hazy prospect with hopes and wishes and more charming fears. " But thou, oh Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail !" Whatever is placed beyond the reach...

...unknown good, and tinge the hazy prospect with hopes and wishes and more charming fears. " But thou, oh Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!" Whatever is placed beyond the reach...

...his grief beguil'd : A solemn, strange, and mingled air : 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, "** *>• What...would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rodts, the woods, the vale* She call'd on Echo still through all her song : And where her sweetest...

...sounds, his grief beguil'd, A soleum, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. rs of the floating fly, He lifts his silver gills...greedily sueks in th' unfaithful food ; Then downward pl seenes at distanee hail Г Still would her toueh the strain prolong, And from the roeks, the woods,...

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...his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy...rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all her song ; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at...

...sounds—his grief beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad, by fits—by starts, 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy...rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all her song. And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at...

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...prospective pleasure, amidst the echo of surrounding and responsive rocks, and woods, and valleys. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong,...

...sounds his grief beguil'd; A solemn, strange, and mingled air; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? 30 Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail! Still would...