...THERE is not in old England a high land so sweet As that plain where the Eighty (or more) Waters meet, Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the good that they did me shall fade from my heart. I went there a wreck, with my liver all wrong, And...

...There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,...purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no,—it was something more exquisite still. 'T was that...

...There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale, in whose bosom the bright waters meet, Oh the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fate from my heart," mcí)t ate ЗШев fcaju beigetragen í)ut, in ber @ee(ea((er Srlmibcr eine fo...

...not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale, in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh 1 the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere...'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill— Oh 1 no—it was something more exquisite still! 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near....

...not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale, in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh t the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere...'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh I no — it was something more exquisite still t 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near,...

...THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; 4 Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart....scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; The people «ere inspired with such a spirit of honour, virtue, and religion, by the great example...

...There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,...the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart." The rest of this poem is very poor, and even ends in commonplace. In the literature of every nation...

...There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that Vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that volley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal...

...Waters." There is not in the wide world, a city so sweet. As the city of Richmond, where lawmakers meet : Oh the last rays of feeling, and life must depart, Ere the days I have spent here, shall fade from my heart. Vet it is not that Cooksey, serves finest of snacks,...

...имчч-t A s thill \л!е in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and lite must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best ;...