...wretched his fate; And thus, sooner or later, shall all hare to grieve, Who waste their morn's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect 'twill return...woods of the north there are insects that prey On the brains of the elk to his very last sigh; Oh Genius! thy patrons, more cruel than they, First feed on...

...so wretched his fate, And thus, soon or later, shall all have to grieve, Who waste their morns dew in the beams of the great And expect 'twill return to refresh them at eve; In the wood of the north, there are insects that prey On the brains of the Elk till his very last sigh, Oh!...

...later, shall all have to grieve, 1818.] Review. — Memoirs ofMrt Hamilton. Who waste their mom's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect 'twill return to refresh them nt eve!" Memoirs of the laie Mri Elizabeth Hamilton ; with a Selection from her Corresfionili-ncc,...

...later, зоаД ill hare to grieve, 4 С Who waste their mom's dew in the beams the memoir before us. of the Great, And expect 'twill return to refresh them at eve!" Kfemoin of tfie ¡ate Mrt Eliznhcth Hantiltun ; with a Selrction from lier CurreifHinilenn; and ¡illicr...

...wretched his fate ;— And thus, sooner or latter, shall all have to grieve, Who waste their morn's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect 'twill return...prey On the brain of the elk till his very last sigh ;* * Naturalists have observed that, upon dissecting an elk, there was found in its head some large...

...Who waste their morns dew in the beams of the Créât And ex]»cc.t 't will return lo refresh them nt eve! In the woods of the North there are insects that prey Go the brain of the elk till his very list sigh ;> Oh, Genius! thy patrons, more eruel than they, First...

...shall all have to giieve, \Vho waste their morn's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect ( will return to refresh them at eve! In the woods of the North there arc inserts thai prey On the brain of the elk till his very last sigh ;i Oh. (ienius! thy patrons,...

...all have to grieve, Who waste their morn's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect 't will >-eturn to refresh them at eve ! In the woods of the North there arc insects that prey On the brain of the elk till his very last sigh j1 Oh, Genius ! thy patrons,...

...— their temple at once of science and benevolence ! Well, indeed, might Moore say — ' In the land of the north, there are insects that prey On the brain of the elk till its very last sigh; Oh, Genius, thy patrons, more cruel than they, First feed on thy brains and then...

...the bitter censure contained in the lines addressed by a modern poet, to the last days of Sheridan. " In the woods of the north there are insects that prey, On the brain of the stag, till his very last sigh; But genius thy vot'ries, more cruel than they. First feed on thy brain,...