...love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty, Oh! what were man ?—a world without a sun ! " The world was sad !—the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd—till Woman smil'd ! " Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep The dark'ning world, and tempest-troubled...

...he thought a paradise. He replied, " Because it is at present a solitude, for you know," added he, "The world was sad, — the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, siglied — till woman smil'd." " Now your smile, Miss Melross, might indeed make such a place a paradise."...

...close union and a marked dependence upon each other. Beautifully and justly has a living poet said — "The world was sad, the garden was a wild; And man the hermit sigh'd till woman smil'd." of perpetual pleasure, moderated (us indeed it was) by the most tender care, and by continued anxieties....

...close union and a marked dependence upon each other. Beautifully and justly has a living poet said — "The world was sad, the garden was a wild; And man the hermit sigh'd till woman smil'd." of perpetual pleasure, moderated (as indeed it was) by the most tender care, and by continued anxieties;...

...amiable exertions for them, recommended • itself to their imitation with double attractions." WOMAN. " The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man, the hermit, sigh'd till woman smil'd." CAMPBELL. " I have always remarked," says the celebrated traveller Ledyard, " that women in all countries...

...: society had no spell to soothe his memory, and change no charm to lull it : " Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray." At length he joined the cause of the struggling Greeks, and his name has been often and honourably...

...; society had no spell to soothe his memory, and change no charm to lull it ; " Still slowly passed the melancholy day, and still the stranger wist not where to stray ;" at length he joined the cause of the struggling Greeks, and his name has been ofien and honourably...

...mingling measure play'd ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy...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...

...mingling measure play'd ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ; — Still slowly pass'd the melancholy...a, wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd— till Woman smU'd'. THE SCEPTIC. OH ! lives there, Heav'n ! beneath thy dread expanse. One hopeless, dark Idolater...

...wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee ;— Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not...sad !—the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sighed—till Woman smiled! True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring Delirious anguish on his...