...the sea soon engulfs the swimmer, if he relax in his exertions, or bate one jot of heart and hope. The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles. 5. From the lives of certain great and good men we now propose to furnish our young readers with some...

...as one of those serious passages which relieve the sardonic laughter of Byron's most cynical poem : Between two worlds life hovers like a star, "Twixt...upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that whicli we are ! IIow less what we may be !J It is with Prospero's metaphor of this dream-fraught, sleep-rounded...

...sardonic laughter of Byron'a most cynical poem : Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twist night and morn upon the horizon's verge : How little...we know that which we are ! How less what we may be 1J It is with Prospero's metaphor of this dream-fraught, sleep-rounded life of ours — this little...

...They bring the soul to its bended knees of wonder and prayer. "Between two worlds life hovers, like л Ƿ i C{ ZT H k +nGi 8 wu may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles : as the old burst,...

...two worlds life hovers, like a star Twist night and morn upon the horizon1!* verge, llow little do wo know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolU on, iin-1 bears afar Our bubbles : as the old ImiM. new emerge, . Lash'd from the foam of tigea...

...to its utmost capacity of emotion. They bring the soul to its bended knees of wonder and prayer. " Between two worlds life hovers, like a star 'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How littto do wo know that which we are! How less what we nifty be I The eternal surge Of time and tide...

...bring the soul to its bended knees of wonder and prayer. " Between two worlds life hovers, like a Btar 'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are I How less what wo may be ! The eternal burgo Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles...

...Btar 'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's Yerge. llow little do we Unow that which we arel llnw less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide mils on, and bears afar Our bubbles : as the old hurst, new emerge, Lash'd from the fonui of age* :...

...simpleminded, warm-hearted, manly young Albanian, were far less flattering than my own. CHAPTEE XXVHI. "Between two worlds life hovers like a star, Twixt...bears afar Our bubbles : as the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages ; while the gravea Of empires heave but like some passing wave. Brnoir....

...by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won ! Here are some more beautiful gems : — Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt...are ! How less what we may be ' The eternal surge 181 Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from...