...to think their slender tops AiVere close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little Joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE DEATH- BED. watched her breathing through the night Her breathing soft and low, As In her breast...

...sudden turns as his wit, and it comes with all the more force because not forced. For example : — 1 1 remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.' Again: 'I saw thee, lovely Inez, Descend along the shore, With bands of noble pentlemen, And banners...

...against it, I might perhaps enter the bright world beyond ! " It was a childish ignorance; But oh, 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy." And how fully, in those ' white days' of life, were believed all the nursery tales which are poured...

...living yet ! I remember, I remember. Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fre«t Still burns me up, still tee]* awake A fever naught but death can slake. LOVERS PARTING. SILENCE. THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In...

...And summer pools could hardly cool • The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE PORTRAIT: BEING AN APOLOGY FOR NOT MAKING AN ATTEMPT ON MY OWN LIFE THE late inimitable Charles...

...now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE PORTRAIT: BEING AIT APOLOGY FOR NOT MAKING AN ATTEMPT ON MT OWN LIFE THE late inimitable Charles...

...thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing. My spirits flew in feathers then, That are so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy." Poor Hood ! thou wast like other men, and " all have sinned ;" yet, in spite of thy sad reflection...

...; • My spirits flew in feathers then, That are so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly v>°l The fever on my brow. * • I remember, I remember...I'm farther off from Heaven, Than when I was a boy. THE WATCHMAN.— .By T. Moore. GOOD night, good night, my dearest, How fast the moments fly ; 'Tis...

...laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet 1 4. " I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy." , We shall make room for one more of the shorter poems. HYMN TO THE SUN. " Giver of glowing light !...

...now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops...I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE PORTRAIT: BEINO AIT APOLOGY- rOK NOT MAKING AN ATTEMPT OR VT OW1C LIT! THE late inimitable Charles...