...Boswell's Johnson, AD 1773 ; j£t. 64. Satan, in his address to the sun, says, — So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Par. Lost, lib. iv, 108. But, as regards themselves, people feel confidence ie. Persons when thus affected...

...can be. Satan exclaimed, when his hopes of power were met by degradation, — " So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse ; all good to me is lost." What a dreadful condition ! On such an occasion the mental energy is destroyed, the mind is paraUsed,...

...remembrance wake " My sudden rage to tear thee joint by joint. " At distance I forgive thee—go with that" " Abortive as the first-born bloom of spring " Nipt..." I was all ear, " And took in strains that might ereate a soul " Under the ribs of death " " So! farewell hope ; but with hope farewell fear, " Farewell...

...and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death : but , O ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear...

...ere she was 'ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still, to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death." Lines 555-563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. • , " Now...

...us out-cast, exiled, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this world. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, he thou my good : hy thee at least 110 Divided empire with heaven's King I hold ; By thee, and more...

...Cas'le. CHAPTER X. THE SENTINEL. Where should this music be 1 i' the air, or the earth ? The Tempest. -I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. QUENTIN had hardly reached his little cabin, in order to make some necessary changes in his dress,...

...discharge. What windy joy this day had I conceived Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves 1 575 Abortive as the first-born bloom of Spring Nipt with the lagging rear of winter's frost ! Yet ere I give the reins to grief, say first How died he ; death to life is crown or shame. All by...

...be convinced ; for with him who despaired as well as I, I say to myself— " ' Farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear : Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost.'" Here the Dean stopped, overpowered by his recollections; and though so entire a stranger to Miserandus,...

...through the empty vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven-down Of darkness, till it smiled l was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Cnder the ribs of death DEW PLANT— Continued. •>s> Soft stillness, and the night Become the touches...