...spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the Grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh...too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seed, but death has reaped the fruit. "Twas thine own Genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant...

...spring, Anil thy young muse jast waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave to sleep for ever there. Oh, what a noble heart was here undone, When science's self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit : She sowed...

...ill spring, And thy youug muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was hero undone. When Science' self-destroyed her favorite son ! 'T WJIH thine own genfui gave the final...

...spring. And thy young mnse jnst waved her joyons wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave to sleep for ever there. Oh, what a nob'e heart was here undone, When science's self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged...

...else had sounded an immortal lay. Oh! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroy'd her favourite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit, 'T was. thine own genius gave the final blow, And...

...wing, The spoiler came, and all thy promise fair lias sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. O, what a noble heart was here undone,' When Science self destroyed her favorite son !" How sad, how melancholy it is, that the possessors of mind of the deepest sensibility...

...had sounded an Immortal lay. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroy 'd e, have driven him far from those, For 't is his nature to advance o xnv'il the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit 'Twas thine •>.-. n genius gave the final blow,...

...her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all his promise fair Then sought the grave, to sleep forever there. Oh, what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroyed her favorite son ! BYROD. 28. Not forgotten or denied Scott's trumpet-lay of chivalry and pride ! Homeric...

...It is not on hearts that yield the soonest, that sorrow has the most powerful effects. Machenzie. O, what a noble heart was here undone ; When Science' self destroyed her favourite son ! Byron. The sick in body call for aid; the sick In mind are covetous of more disease. Young. The temptation...

...her joyous wing, The spoiler swept that soaring lyre away, Which else had sounded an immortal lay. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroyed her favorite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped...