...memory as a dream, a phantasy born of night —vanishing in the broad glare of morning. " Oh Love! no habitant of earth thou art— An unseen seraph,...thought such shape and image given, As haunts the nnqueneh'd soul—parch'd—wearied— wrung—and riven."* The next morning—oh ! the dull wakening...

...And trees whose gums are poison ; such the plants cxxi. Oh Love ! no habitant of earth art thou — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose...thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring fantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd —...

...the broken heart; But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see, The naked eye, thy form as it shall be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven,...Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought sueh shape and image given, As haunts the unqueneh'd soul — pareh'd — wearied — wrung — and...

...each clime hath charms ; Earth — Sea alike — our World within our arms ! £, — Byron. C\ Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen Seraph, we believe in thee; A faith whose martvrs are the broken Heart : But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see, The naked eye, thy form,...

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...the world's wilderness, and vainly pants For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wauts. Oh, Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph,...shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul parch'd, wearied, wrung, and riven. Jiyrnn. THE THREE SEASONS OF LOVE. WITH laughter swimming in thine...

...world's wilderness, and vainly pants For , some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants. Oh, Love ! no habitant of earth thou art— An unseen seraph,...thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unqueneh'd soul parch'd, wearied, wrung, and riven. Byron. THE THREE SEASONS OF LOVE. WITH laughter...

...For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants. CXXI. Oh Love ! no habitant of earth art thou — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, — A faith...shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — pareh'd, wearied, wrung, and riven. cxx. Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into...

...wants. CXXI. Oh Love ! no habitant of earth art thou — An unseen scraph, we believe in thec, — A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, — But...given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch 'd, wearied, wrung, and riven. cxx. Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation...

...Friend. — Let me once more astonish you, and quote from the authorities you acknowledge. " Oh Love! no habitant of earth thou art! An unseen seraph, we...thee; A faith, whose martyrs are the broken heart." " That, skeptic, convinces me now, that you, at least, have loved !" Friend. — Let us talk no more...