...or groom, one cup to bring, Of blessed water from the spring, To slake my dying thirst !" — XXX. O, Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and...streamlet ran '. Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears, She stoop'd her by the runnel's side, But in abhorrence backward...

...yet even to many of these, the following lines are not always inappropriate or inapplicable. • Oh Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and...and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! Scott. girdle of love bursts from under the bosom ; while love is like a tree, yielding in all seasons...

...squire, or groom, one cup to bring Of blessed water, from the spring, To slake my dying thirst t" — O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and...variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made f When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents...

...soul, to give vent to that bursting sorrow which threatened the destruction of her own existence ! " O, Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to pleas*, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When Pain and Anguish wring the...

...its most brilliant flood of light and splendour. Truly did the poet speak when he observed •Oh ! woman in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy and hard...anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel, thou." . It was the peculiar spirit of proud acquiescence in the general feeling of hate to the existing form...

...universal man has acknowledged them to be true, are the exquisite lines of our mighty minstrel. Oh woman, in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light-quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! My recovery...

...mutable goddess (1). (C) Petty warfare. The strategical object of war is the defeat of the enemy*. (1) " Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade, By the light quivering aspen made." Such is fortune, without even possessing the redeeming quality which the poet allows to the lady "...

...the spring, To s hike my dying thirst!» — XXX. O, Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, aud hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspea made, — When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the...

...squire, or groom, one cup to bring Of blessed water, from the spring, To slake my dying thirst?" — O, woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and...streamlet ran: Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man. She stooped her by the runnel's side,...

...light quivering a^pf-n made; When pain and anguish •, nng the brow, A ministering angel thoii! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the...streamlet ran: Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying mm She stooped her by the . .'..'iiel's side,...