...Before them Death with shrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! At that dead hour ';he silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep; Or some swoln...

...bestow: Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands, are found, And faint and sickly winds forever howl around. 'Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Scliiraz' walls I bent my way ! ' " Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow...

...; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found : And faint and sickly winds forever howl around. Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way ! " Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace...

...dolcfull Towre " — cannot but recall the refrain of one of Collins's beautiful Oriental Eclogues. — " Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz wall 1 bent my way." DUMBRITON'S CASTLE DOLEFULL COMMENDATIONS TO ALL THE RASCALL ROGUES WITHIN THIR...

...valley's pride,— Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way. ' Oh, cease, my fears!—all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumbered scenes of woe, What if...

...regvli;" which, however, is not classic Latin. After z also, th« poets sometimes drop the s : as, " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Shiraz' walls I bent my way." — Cottins. OBS. 17. — A recent critic, who, I think, has not yet...

...an te vaeys pre, hy think we those loss pleasing to behold oii dreary deserts, if they lead to gold? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Schiraz' walls 1 bent my wa Tboii es w , nt my way I Oft in the dnst I view his printed feet ; And fearful oft. whtru...

...melancholy pleasure we echoed the melodious plaint of our fellow-traveller, Hassan, in the desert, — " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way." The air lay lifeless between the hills, as in a seething caldron, with no leaf stirring, and instead...

...They 'tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way ! " O hapless youth ! — for she thy love hath won, — The tender Zara will bo most undone ! Big...

...valley's pride, — Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my wayl 5. " 0 cease, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumbered scenes of wo....