...frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless laud ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid volte, that...

...creature, sleeps in earth ; And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain summits, Or waves...followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks...

...Creature, sleeps in earth ; And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain summits, Or waves...followed Brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks...

...expiring sigh of those whom he loves, — and he who truly marks the ravages of death, knows well, " How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine, to the sunless land !" Or whether he be himself Death's first victim, holy prayer will turn the tyrant's dart, for it shall...

...the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother...followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land I Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber, Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks...

...frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from hie lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother...followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black wreath, On which with thee,...

...frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother...followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black wreath, On which with thee,...

...frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother...followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks...

...is one wild wailing impromptu wrung from him by these afflictions. ' How fast,' says the poet — 6 How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless Land! • Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks...

...frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Like clouds that rake* the mountain-summits, laud ! * This expression is borrowed from a sonnet by Mr. G. Bell, the auihor of a small volume of...