...past, of brief joys, and perished hopes ; and each in his turn " called up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind — The cold — the changed...mourned, the loved, the lost, too many ! yet how few I" A pause at length occurred in the conversation and all looked at D'Auverney ; a change had taken...

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...past, of brief joys, and perished hopes ; and each in his turn " called up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind — The cold — the changed...mourned, the loved, the lost, too many ! yet how few !" A pause at length occurred in the conversation and all looked at d'Auverney ; a change had taken...

...we people them from memory with their moral association, calling up — To view The spectres, whom no exorcism can bind, The cold— the changed— perchance the dead— anew, The mourn'd, the lov'd, the lost — too many ! yet how few ! LAST MINSTREL. 99 If the Last Minstrel had...

...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed— perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost— -too many ! yet how few! BYRoN. MIDNIGHT. How calmly gliding through...

...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, [how few ! The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet But my soul wanders ; I demand it...

...out of things familiar, undesigu'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mouni'd, the loved, the lost — too many! — jet how few! XXV. But my soul wanders; 1 demand it back...

...out of things familiar, undesigned, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, [how few ! The mourn'd, the loved, the lost — too many ! — yet XXY. But my soul wanders ; I demand...

...sad yet not melancholy, as if the magic of the scene had conjured up to his half-dreaming eye — " The spectres which no exorcism can bind The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, to view The mourned, the loved, the lost, too many, yet how few !" We respected the meditative mood...

...out of things familiar, undesign'd, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind — The cold — the changed — perchance the dead — anew, The mourn'd — the loved — the lost!' Under the circumstances which we have described, all objects are...