...quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? 210 Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me \ Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...

...quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean \ 210 Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...

...quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? 210 Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice "? Thy shaft...

...figure : " Death ! great proprietor of all ! 't is thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial...thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, e'er thrice yon moon had filled her horn !" The personification is thus an ascription of affections...

...mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a.mark so mean ? 25 Why thy peculiar rancor wreaked on me ? Insatiate archer! could not one suffice ?...peace was slain, And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament ' 30 Thy wretched neighbor? grieve to see...

...being, and most of those who had made that being tolerable. To me the lines of Young are no fiction : 1 eye in woman ! Far filled her horn. I should have ventured a verse to the memory of ;he late Charles Skinner Matthews,...

...written by Mr. W. Taylor, from >4очч*»'.Чтч vo V« " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice 1 Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere lliricc yor. moon nad filled her horn." These lines have been universally understood cf the above deaths;...

...The sun himself by thy permission shines, And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amidst such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver...shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain." YOUNG. HIS memorial of the late Mrs. PERRY grati5 fies the wish of some among her friends to & linger,...

...the bounties of an hour. Night \. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Night \. Line 154. Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain : And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. Night i. Line 212. Be wise to-day ; 't is madness to defer.* Night i. Line 390. Procrastination...

...confounded at the unexpected accident. How many can adopt the language of the impassioned^ poet, Young — " Insatiate archer, could not one suffice? Thy shaft...flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; " and some of you can go on and say, " And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn." " Death more...