...flower, the bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then lost for ever; Or like the borealis' race, That flit ere you can point...rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm! Well, the minute so anxiously expected by thousands was passed, the hurrying and the waving of hats...

...its bloom is sued ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point...man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour o' night's black arch the key-stane. That dreary hour he mounts his beast...

...its bloom is shed! Or like the snow-flake in the river, One moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point...the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Thenceforward for a time the poet holds a middle course. The dialect is full, but not quite of the...

...of devotion to a fixed object, dating from a period at which literary plans are mostly dreams or " Like the borealis race. That flit ere you can point their place." The pages which he gave to the world, as well as those which remained to be written, were planned by...

...its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point...man can tether time or tide ! The hour approaches TAM maun ride! That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane. That dreary hour he mounts his beast...

...its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow, falls in the river, A moment white — then melts forever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point...man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast...

...flow'r, its bloom is shed Or like the snowfalls in the river, A moment white—then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point...rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm." Next instant he returns to Tam; and, humanized by that exquisite poetry, we cannot help being sorry...

...flower, the bloom is shed, Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white— then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point...rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm." On the contrary, I think they leave traces of themselves behind them, durable and delightful even in...

...the bloom is shed ; Or, like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or, like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point...Or, like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid t ho storm." But the pleasures of piety, on the contrary, are as permanent as they are pure; as self-renewing...

...flow'r—its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow, falls in the river, A moment white—then melts forever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the*rain bow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour...