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...language of a fine poet (who is himself among my earliest and not least painful recollections) — " What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splendour...

...my thoughts and feet still take their old direction, though hailed by no friendly greetings : — " What though the radiance which was once so bright, Be now for ever vanished from my sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass — of splendour...

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...the day about from sun to sun, and rock the tedious year as in a delightful dream." What though tho radiance which was once, so bright Be now for ever taken from our sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the Uowcr !...

...; Ye that pipe, and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright....now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can hring hack the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, — rather...

...that will fetch ttfe day about from sun to sun, and rock the tedious year as in a delightful dream." What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for over taken from our sight. Though nothing can bring back ihe honr Of splcudor in the grass, of glory...

...language of a fine poet (who is himself among my earliest and not least painful recollections) — " What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass, of splenduur...

...soothes us with a strain of such mingled solemnity and tenderness, as " might make angels weep f " What though the radiance which was once so bright, Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nuthing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grам, of glory in the flower; We will grieve...

...tomb, Those graces that have charmed us here • In fadeless life shall bloom. SOURCES OF COMFORT. WHAT though the radiance which was once so bright . Be now for ever taken from our sight ; Though nothing can bring back the hour, Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...