...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind ; A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown...bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning ? C. Lamb CCXXXIV CORONACH HE is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried...

...what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did mherit. My sprightly neighbour! gone before To that unknown...bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning! Lamb. In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England! did I know till then HOME. I TRAVELL'D among unknown...

...the flash of thought in my mind brought to me the exquisite lines of Lamb : '" My sprightly neighbor, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet as heretofore, Some summer morning ? " Else tell mo why I found, as I once did, this wreath of immortelles around the brow of a dead lady...

...A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, — Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown...bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning ? Lamb, Reminiscences of. She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, She's gane to dwall in heaven :...

...heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, — Ye could not Hester. JVIy sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown...bliss that would 'not go away, A sweet forewarning ? Lamb. Reminiscences of. She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, She's gane to dwall in heaven :...

...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind,— Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown...bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning ? Lamb. Reminiscences of. She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, She's gane to dwall in heaven :...

...after her death (in February, 1803) to Manning, who was then in Paris, is very sad and tender : — My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that will not go away, A sweet forewarning. CHAPTER IV. (MIGRATIONS) — " JOHN WOODVIL" — BLACKESMOOR...

...February, 1803) to Manning, who was then in Paris, is very sad and tender : — My sprightly neighbor, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall...ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that will not go away, A sweet forewarning. CHAPTER IV. {Migrations.} — " John Woodvil." — Blackesmoor....

...a spontaneous hope of it, for the hopes of the heart are rarely deceptions. My sprightly neighbor, gone before, To that unknown and silent shore, Shall...heretofore, Some summer morning ? When from thy cheerful face, a ray Of bliss hath struck across the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning...

...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown...bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning) POEMS. TO CHARLES LLOYD. AM UNEXPECTED TISITUU ALONE, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary...