...of Mount Pleasant, the exordium of which is allusive to the morning of his life being spent here : "Freed from the cares that daily throng my breast,...shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, Ere Fancy bow'd to Reason's boasted sway." With the above poem was published an Ode which Mr. Roscoe delivered...

...allusive to the morning of his life being spent here : " Freed from the cares that daily throng »'v breast, Again beneath my native shades I rest. These...shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, Ere Fancy bow'd to Reason's boasted sway." With the above poem was published an Ode which Mr. Roscoe delivered...

...excited him to undertake. The success experienced in his first attempt prompted him to proceed ; he " Freed from the cares that daily throng my breast,...shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, Ere Fancy bow'd to Reason's boasted sway." stopped not in his career till he had read the most distinguished...

...excited him to undertake. The success experienced in his first attempt prompted him to proceed; he Freed from the cares that daily throng my breast,...shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, Ere Fancy bow'd to Reason's boasted sway." stopped not in his career till he had read the most distinguished...

...existence Mr. Roscoe speaks thus in his earliest publication, the poem entitled " Mount Pleasant :" — " Freed from the cares that daily throng my breast, Again beneath my native shades I rest 'J'lu-ae shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, E're fancy bow'd to reason's boasted sway. Untaught...

...existence Mr. Roscoe speaks thus in his earliest publication, the poem entitled " Mount Pleasant :" — " Freed from the cares that daily throng my breast,...These shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, E'refuniij boiv>d to reason's boasted sway, Untaught the toils of busier life to bear, The fools impertinence,...

...beneath my native shades I rest. These shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, Ere fancy bow'd to reason's boasted sway. Untaught the toils of busier...of art my early reed to try; To paint the prospects that around me rise, What time the cloudless sun descends the skies, Each latent beauty of the landscape...