...flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. " I never nurs'da dear gazelle To glad me with its bright black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die !" week after the aliove aanouncement, I saw his heels standing out of a large mash-tub. He had chosen...

...their tale. DEER-HUNTING VS. DEAR-HUNTING. " I never nurst a dear gazelle To glad me with its suit black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love mo, it was sure to die." I LIKE a magnificent opening ; — aa thus : — The effulgent sun, as he...

...hopes decay ; I've never lov'da tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away ! I never nurs'da dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when...well, And love me — it was sure to die ! — Moore. Amid deserts we miss the most stupendous effort of the eternal power, — the mind of man ; and matter...

...decay; I never lov'da tree or flow'r, But 'twas the first to fade away; I never nurs'da little one, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came...to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die." Surely, sir, we ought to sympathise with the sufferings of our coloured brethren at home and abroad,...

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...flow'r. But 'twas the first to fade away; I never nurs'da little one, To glad me with its soft hlack eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die." Surely, sir, we ought to sympathise with the sufferings of our coloured hrethren at home and ahroad,...

...lamentation over them ! In the " Fire Worshippers " Moore makes his Hinda say — " I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it саше to know me well And love me — it was sure to die." in the garden, and dressing them out...

...hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nurs'da dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when...came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee...

...hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 't was the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when...to know me well, And love me — it was sure to die ! It seemed as if her only true friend had forsaken her; and this, thought she, is only the beginning...

...tree or flower, But 't was the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with his soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die. MooRE. Why hast thou thus from childhood's hour Fij'd hope on things which soon decay ? Why hast thou loved...