...the representative of a class, in the exquisite words of the poet — " No more — no more — oh never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall...Pleasure has been " weighed in the balance and found wanting" — deep degradation and misery are beginning to "cast their shadows before." Neither the...

...inexpressible source of pleasure to me, and now — when that creative fancy has very much subsided, " Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new," and clads them in a brilliant but delusive colouring — even now, the sea, revisited after any absence,...

...voice, as it has never done since to any joy or sorrow in existence. ' No more — no more — oh, never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew !' The pure fancies of girlhood have long since been forgotten amid the glittering gauds of worldly...

...case with Lord Byron in Greece — that the same 1 [" No more — no more — Oh ! never more on mo The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which...Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o* the bee Think'st thou the honey with those object! grew ? Alas ! 'twas not in...

...older ; and I can truly declare I never loved a woman since,—never looked on one with pleasure. " No more—no more—oh ! never more, on me, The freshness...Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms, like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with these objects grew ? Alas ! 'twas not...

...that immoral Means will ever intercept good Ends. ¥OUti).— Byron. ^"0 more — no more — oh ! never more on me The freshness of the Heart can fall...Extracts Emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bay o' the Bee : Think'st thou the Honey with those objects grew? Alas ! 'twas not...

...and principal, And deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible. ccxiv. No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we sec Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee: Alas! 't was...

...interest and principal, And deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible. No more— no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall...Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee, Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas ! 'twas not...

...fyoffen. 3m ©efúíjl ^ieüon Ьпф1 33 tyro n in bie wunberÄiage аий: No more — no more — Oh! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall...Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee: Thinkst thou the honey with those objects grew? Alas! 'twas not in...

...interest and principal, And deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible. No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall...like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extraets emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee, Think'st thou the...