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...tyrant prostrate in the dust, And bade the father of his country hail! And Rome again is free ? Is anght so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the spring, In the bright eve of Hesp»r or the morn, In nature's fairest form is anght so fair, As virtuous friends-hip ? As...

...self contemplates, and is turn'd Ere long to tenderness, to infant smiles, Or tears of humblest love. Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the Spring, The Summer's noontide groves, the purple eve At harvest-home, or in the frosty moon Glittering on some...

...agitation of contiguous particles of matter. Well, indeed, may the Poet of Imagination exclaim, — Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the...other's woes Or the mild majesty of private life, Where Peace with ever-blooming olive crowns The gate, — where Honour's liberal hands effuse Unenvied...

...cares." She retired repeating these words of a poet : " Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscape of the spring, ; In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn, In nature's fairest form, is aught so fair As virtuous friendship, as the candid blush Of him who strives with nature to...

...self contemplates, and is turn'd Ere long to tenderness, to infant smiles, Or tears of humblest love. Is aught so fair, In all the dewy landscapes of the Spring, The Summer's noontide groves, the purple eve At harvest-home, or in the frosty moon Glittering on some...

...the father of his country hail ! For lo the tyrant prostrate in the dust, And Rome again is free ? Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the...bright eye of Hesper or the morn, In nature's fairest form is aught so fair, As virtuous friendship ? As the candid blush Of him who strives with fortune...

...matter, and with a pen dipped in Hippocrene, opposes to the latter The charms of virtuous friendship, &c. The candid blush Of him who strives with fortune to be just. All the mild majesty of private life. The graceful tear that streams for others' woes." " Why, Charles,"...

...contemplates, and is turned Ere long to tenderness, to infant smiles, Or tears of humblest love. 2. Is aught so fair, In all the dewy landscapes of the spring, The summer's noontide groves, the purple eve At harvest home, or in the frosty morn Glittering on some...