...examination, the beauty of a scene so adorned by a poet — and that poet, THOMAS MOURK ! " There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale, in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh t the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart...

...the tree was shown to me beneath which he is said to have drawn inspiration for this poem. " There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet." So sings Moore ; and these words the Irish interpret literally ; for they do not, in faet, consider...

...great round. The oft repeated lines, "There is not in the wide :world a vnllsy so sweet As that vate in whose bosom the bright waters. meet; Oh, the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Er» the' ! л (mu i of Ihe valley si ml 1 fad« fronu my Unart," have probably contributed more than...

...so glowingly describes the spot of which I write, in his well known ballad of " There's not in this wide world a valley so sweet, "As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet." We next visited the seven churches, so called, from the ruins of seven places of worship, lying within...

...Waters." There is not in the wide world, a city so sweet. As the city of Richmond, where lawmakers meet : Oh the last rays of feeling, and life must depart, Ere the days I have spent here, shall fade from my heart. Vet it is not that Cooksey, serves finest of snacks,...

...pen of a native poet : — • There is not in the wide world a volley so имчч-t A s thill \л!е in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and lite must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how...

...me in the morning. We now stood near the union of the two streams, where the poet says, " There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet." The rich variety of wood ; the still, clear, limpid water ; the hill and vale, in some parts dark and...

...me in the morning. We now stood near the union of the two streams, where the poet says, " There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that Vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet." The rich variety of wood ; the still, clear, limpid water ; the hill and vale, in some parts dark and...

...me in the morning. We now stood near the union of the two streams, where the poet says, " There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet." The rich variety of wood ; the still, clear, limpid water; the hill and vale, in some parts dark and...

...It is forgotten that he has associated with its natural charms a moral claim on his admiration : " Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal »nd brightest of green ; 'T was not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, — Oh ! no — it was something...