...maid : But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like...gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every ilower and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horrour...

...rock-environed aud water-bound spots, we find them exhibiting an almost desolate solitude, where -' Black melancholy sits, and round her throws " A death-like silence, and a dread repose." There is a sequestered nook a little below Vosio, where a pretty cascade shoots from the brow of a...

...tree of mournful association. The tragic genius of the place seemed to haunt it in every part — " Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green." Mr. Hogg's directions are so plain, so ample — so completely do they embrace every necessary act...

...maid ; Bui o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence and a dread repose. POPE. NOTWITHSTANDING her promise, I mogene saw no more of Odalinde for several days, and she felt...

...the words of the poet, here — Pale melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence and n dread repose : Her gloomy presence, saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every greenDeepens the murmurs of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror o'er the woods. When...

...and the confessor represents (he horridnea uf the fact, and bring» him to repentяпсв. Hammond. \ Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene. Shades...darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horrour on the woods. Pope. Already I your tears survey, Already hear...

...present easily see, and one day sadly feel. South. These qualifications make him a sad husband. Additan. Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, .Shades...every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmurs of the falling floods, And breathes a browner honor on the woods. Pope. See in her cell sad...

...must stop and buckle to it, and stick upon it with labour and thought, and close contemplation. Locke. Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green, Deepera the murmurs of the falling floods. And breathes a browner horror on the woods. Pope. But he...

...mediocrity. * Locke. O'er the twilight groves, and dusky caves, Long-sounding isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose. Pope. TWILIGHT is that light, whether ¡n the morning before sun-rise, or in the evening after sunset,...

...and one day ,adly (eel. Smith. These qualifications make him a ,ad husband. Her gloomy presence uddem all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmurs of the falling floods, And breathes a browner honor on the woods. Pope. See in her cell ud...