...wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee;— Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray,— '('he world was sad!—the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd—till Woman smil'd! True,...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ;.... Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...!....the garden was a wild !.... And Man, the hermit, sigh'd....till Woman smil'd ! True ! the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish on...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of die bee.... Still slowly pass'd die melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray,.... The world was sad!... .die garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd....till Woman smii'd ! True ! the sad power to...

...sweetest charms to fields and groves. What is it our Campbell says of Paradise till Eve appeared? " The world was sad — the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sighed — till woman smiled !" No Woman, with smiles or without, visited our hermit eyes amongst the...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee j—- Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...sad !—the garden was a wild ! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd—till Woman smil'd ! « True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish...

...wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ;— Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the Stranger wist not where to stray ;— The world was sad!—the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd—till Woman smiPd ! True, the sad power...

...wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ;— Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray. 10 The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled...

...that shook the spangled tree. The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — 'till woman smiled ! Desmond was happy, his Caroline smiled ; and ere maiden modesty could re-call the sweet telltale...

...into comparative nothingness when ungrateful man becomes more habituated to them. .Who will deny that The world was sad— the garden was a wild, And man the hermit mourned till woman smiled ! Campbell. Let us, then, believe that All ill stories of the sex are false...

...that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled ! True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish on his fiery wing ; Barr'd...