...through a riot of metaphors, ranging from " the exiguous base of bis inverted pyramid" to the "em1 1 often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell." OM.I n KIIA TYA .v. LORD BANBUHV. pyrean " of Mr. WHEATLEY'S '• towering ambitions."...

...came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. LXXI. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour —...Vintners buy One half so precious as the Goods they sell. LXXII. Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should...

...came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. cm. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour —...what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the ware they sell. Civ. Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript...

...Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. , xcv. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. xcvi. Yet Ah, that...

...came Spring, and Rose-inhand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. xcv. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. XCVI. Ah, that Spring...

...came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. xcv. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. XCVI. Tet Ah, that...

...came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. xcv. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. xcvi. Yet Ah, that...

...unfolded roll of Fate, And make the stern recorder otherwise Enregister, or quite obliterate. Yet, ah, that spring should vanish with the rose, That youth's...manuscript should close! The nightingale, that in the branch Ah, whence and whither j Oh, threats of hell and hopes of paradise! One thing is certain,—...

...circlet." "The flower that once has blown, forever dies." So sings the Persian poet, who also mourns: — "That spring should vanish with the rose, That youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close." What knew he of wreaths of bright and1 never fading flowerets, such as sprang into life 'neath grandmother's...

...myseff no sinner, nuther." And Hannah missed the friendly whistle that had helped her. VII Yet, ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's...manuscript should close ! The nightingale that in trie branches sang — Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows! Would but some winged Angel...