...after they have both been tortured into various forms and (hapcs by the operations of chymirtry. • Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our afhes live their wonted fires. The native of a warm climate delights to loiter in a vaft but trim garden,...

...even after they have. both been tortured into various forms and fhapes by the operations of chymiftry. Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our afhes live their wonted fires. The native of a warm climate delights to. loiter in a vaft but trim...

...even after they have both been tortured into various forms and fiiapes bj the operations of chymiftry. Even from the tomb the voice of nature" cries, Even in our alhes live their wonted fires. The native of a warm climate delights to loiter in a vart but trim garden,...

...even after they have both been tortured into various forms and fhapes by the operations of chymifln . Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our afhes live their wonted fires. The native of a warm climate delights to loiter in a vaft but trim garlen,...

...day. — The word precinct means boundary. 26 XXII. " On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from...cries, Even in Our ashes live their wonted fires, Parting soul relies; — that is, depends upon some person who was fond of them for the last marks...

...not learn, after his example, to destroy the harmony of two of the sweetest lines in our language : Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. But what I have most to object to is the enacting style in which Mr. F. read the following couplet...

...position, it is not true. an hyperbole, which is out-hyperboled in the fourth : Even from the grave the voice of Nature cries : Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. — a position at which Experience revolts, Credulity hesitates, and even Fancy stares. He who can...

...fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires : Even from the grave the voice of nature cries ; Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.1 XXIV. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Do'st in these lines their artless tale...

...corruption, dissolution, and utter dispersion, till the re-union of both iu the hour of resurreelion. " Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries; " Even in our ashes live their wonted fires." Never was the mysterious import of these thrilling lines so sweetly and solemnly expounded, exemplified,...

...cheerful day; Nor cast one longing, lingering, look behind ? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from...cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured head, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance,...