...loneliness, and think of the past, and can you condemn me ? My loneliness i it is frightful. " I feel as a weed Flung from the rock on ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's Hv.it I • prevail." The fourteenth evening after I kft you, we landed on the American shore ; the...

...loneliness, and think of the past, and can you condemn me ? My loneliness ! it is frightful. " I feel as a weed Flung from the rock on ocean's foam to sail, M'here'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail." The fourteenth evening after I left you,...

...guidance, wheresoever it lead ! Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail ; Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath...

...Though the straiued mast should quiver as a reed, Ami the rent canvass fluttering strew the § ale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. It is this kind of personal allusion that we most object to in the whole of this third...

...And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale. Still must I on ; for [ am .is a weed. Flung from (he rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's brent I prevail. III. In my youth's summer I did sing of one. The wandering outlaw of his own Hark...

...And the rent canv.ts fluttering strew the gale, Slill must I on ; for Ï am as a weed. Flung from ihe rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breatli prevail. TIT. In my youth's summer I did sing of one, The wandering outlaw of bis own dark...

...wheresoe'er it leads : Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering on the gale Still must I on — for I am as a weed I Hung from a rock, on ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep — the tempest's breath...

...reminding me of the affecting words of the poet, who, describing his own unhappy case, exclaimed, " Still must I on, for I am as a weed, flung from the rock, On ocean's fuam to vail, Where'er the surge may sweep, thr tempest's breath prevail." VOL. II. B A snowy peak,...

...guidance, wheresoc'er it lead! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail." ODE 8. Addressed to Lydia, and reproaching her for detaining the young Sybaris, by...

...guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I...to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. III. In my youth's summer I did sing of One, The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;...