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...pall — her long black hair Fell over her ; herself the tomb Of her own youth, and breath, and bloom. Alas ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine...all but breaks the chain That never reunites again ! It was a dark and tempest night — No pleasant moon, no blest starlight; But meteors glancing o'er...

...pall — her long black hair Fell over her ; herself the tomb Of her own youth, and breath, and bloom. Alas ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine...all but breaks the chain That never reunites again ! TIII: IMPROVISATRICE. It was a dark and tempest night — No pleasant moon, no blest starlight ;...

...pall—her long black hair Fell over her ; herself the tomb Of her own youth, and breath, and bloom. Alas ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine to shame and sin As woman's heart;—and deeper woe For her fond weakness, not to know That yielding all but breaks the chain That...

...pall — her long black hair Fell over her; herself the tomb Of her own youth, and breath, and bloom. Alas ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine to shame and sitt As woman's heart! — and deeper woe For her fond weakness, not to know That yielding all but...

...all the senate to my share ; I'll do it at next sitting." licit Jmuon's Catiline. CHAPTER I. " Alas 1 that man should ever win So sweet a shrine to shame...all but breaks the chain That never reunites again." LEL NEAR the summit of one of those rocky hills which line the coast of Hastings, rose the neat but...

...boasted sting ? " There, where the blessed meet again, Far away from strife and care ;— WOMAN'S HEART. Alas ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine to shame and sin As woman's heart. LEL SAY, what is woman's heart ?—a thing Where all the deepest feelings spring; A harp, whose tender...

...—Wo for gifted souls and high ! Is not such their destiny ? FELICIA HE MANS. WOMAN'S HEART. " AIM ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine to shame and sin, As woman's heart- "< — ',. £. I» SAY, what is Woman's Heart ? A thing Where all the deepest feelings spring, A harp...

...when compared with the general mass of sketchy poetry. The fellowing are better : WOMAN'S HEART. ' Alas ! that man should ever win So sweet a shrine to shame and Bin As woman's heart, j I-.EL 1 SAV, what is woman's heart ? — a thing Where all the deepest feelings...