...And celebrates his obsequies ; Who say that hill and forest lono For the departed Chief make moan ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh And oaks...their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave. One needs little stretch of Fancy to hear the name of Washington whispered in every breeze that ruffles...

...not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worslupper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff,...their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave. n Not that, in sooth, o'er mortal urn Those things inanimate car mourn ; But that the stream, the wood,...

...Aged Man, And thus his tale continued ran. CANTO FIFTH. I. CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her...mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of bahn distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers...

...when the poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies. Who say, toll cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed bard make...That flowers in tears of balm distil. Through his lov'd groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groans, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing...

...Aged Man. And thus his tale continued ran. CANTO FIFTH. I. CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her...tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breszes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges...

...swell the profound lament. For we are not untruly told to " Call it not vain ; they do not err Who say, that when the poet dies, Mute nature mourns her...loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groans, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave, To murmur dirges round his grave," Mr. President,...

...Dream " ? Or take the opening stanza of the fifth canto : — " Call it not vain : they do not err Who say that when the poet dies, Mute nature mourns her...That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in leaves of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks in deeper groan reply;...

...Call it not vain; they do not err Who say, that when the poet dies, Mate nature mourns her worshiper, And celebrates his obsequies; Who say, tall cliff...weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distill; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groans, reply; And rivers...

...cavern lone For the departed bard make moan; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in leaves of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes...their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave." Does not " Threlkeld's " assertion, that the true poet clothes nature in all the hues of the spirit,...

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