...pain wrung forth a lowly moan, And half he murmured, — "Is there none, Of all my halls have nursed, Page, squire, or groom, one cup to bring Of blessed water, from the spring, To slake my dying tlii'^; ?" — 0, woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and har<;to please,...

...her from the sight away, Till pain wrung forth a lowly moan. And half he murmur'd, — « la ihere none, Of all my halls have nurst, Page, squire, or...one cup to bring Of blessed water from the spring, To slake my dying thirst !» — XXX. O, Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to...

...the dying Marmion might be well applied to this cruel desertion of the monarch on his death bed : " Is there none Of all my halls have nurst, Page, squire,...one cup to bring Of blessed water from the spring To slake my dying thirst ?" The canopy (of which the accompanying plate shews one compartment) is of...

...every day. Go, visit thou, in their distress, THE WIDOW and THE FATHERLESS. A TALE WITHOUT A NAME. " O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ; — When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! " SCOTT'S Marmiont canto vi....

...eyes, had the expected stroke of death fallen upon him. In this unfortunate dilemma, a woman— " Oh ! woman in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A minist'ring angel then art thou." An actress of the company...

...sickness bend him down, and she flie like a guardian angel to his succour, and smiles forgiveness. ' O woman, in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ; , i And variable as the shade, r By the light quivering aspen made, When care and anguish rock the...

...turned almost broken-hearted away from what they once valued so highly ? II. — THE REUNION. " Oh woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ; But when affliction wrings the brow, A ministering angel thou." IT was autumn : the foliage had put...

...length, a naturally good constitution and the gentle assiduities of an affectionate wife — " Oh, woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ! When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel, then art mon !" — restored him to the...

...subsided at once. Following the tender instincts of his heart, young Willoughby had remembered him of " Woman, in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ;" the form of impending clerkhood, fled to the bosom of a ministeringangel, who had often smoothed...

...know whether to interpret it as a compliment or a satire, concedes this much to the fair sex. " Oh woman, in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, When pain and sickness rend the brow, A ministering angel thou ! La Sceur Therese, continued some time...