...hill, Oh ! no,—it was something more exquisite still. 'T was that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment...the friends I love best, Where the storms that we meet in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. Turning...

...hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still. 'T was that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment...best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world shall cease, And our hearts, like thy waten, be mingled in peace. From the Dublin University Magazine....

...something more exquisite still t 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every scene of enchantment more dear — And who felt how...When we see them reflected from looks that we love !" LION VIII. — VALLEE D'ENFER. It was rather curious, if not ominous, that immediately after receiving...

...something more exquisite still! 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near. Who made every scene of enchantment more dear— And who felt how...charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected fron> looks that we love!" LION VIII.—VALLEE D'ENFER. It was rather curious, if not ominous, that...

...pleasure's bi : , W\ \no& sad beoett Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who marie every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who...of nature improve, When we see them reflected from locks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends...

...own enlighten'd race, And of those learned guides he brought To Britain in his courtly train. i 2 " Sweet Vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy...best ; Where the storms that we feel in this cold land should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace." MOORE. CANTO THE SIXTH. Fair...

...thou safe from the war? Happy has he lived in the bosom of the vale. He walks forth stern and gloomy. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest, In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best ! — T. Moore. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, Lakts and mountains beneath mo gleamed...

...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 ; "Where the storms which we feel in this cold world shall cease, And cur hearts like thy waters be min^Kd in peace!' After...

...you when I visited them. Now I shall admire them so, this lovely autumnal season — and you know, ' How the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. ' " The next day, before their departure, a messenger arrived from the barracks, saying, "a person...

...has he lived in the bosom of the vale. He walks forth stern and gloomy. Sweet vale of Avoea! how ealm could I rest, In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best! — T. Muore. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvollyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed...