...risveglia nel sen tonnentato dell' uom moribonde, di non più rivedere ne consorte, ne figli, ne nmici. In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire...innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sncred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense; And,...

...the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In vain for him Hi' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and...their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! IVor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; \or friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly...

...and the vestment warm \ ,' 5. In vain his little children, peeping out, ,'\. ,.. . Into the mingled storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence....nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes ; shuts up sense; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows a stiffen'd...

...fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm : In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he, behold ; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve, The deadly winter seizes ; shuts up sense...

...officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little child^n, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, . With tears of artless innocence. Alas! 315 Nor wife^nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly...

...fair-blazing, and tne vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingled stonn, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold ; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes ; shirts up sense...

...shapeless drift. Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death ; Mix'd with the tender anguish nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife,...innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold ; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense...

...supremely vain and idolatrous delight. " In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair blazing, and the vestment warm; In vain his little children...of artless innocence! Alas! Nor wife, nor children, shall he more behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes; shuts...

...the poet i — " In vain for him tht officious wife prepares The fire Air blazing, and the vestments warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into...innocence— alas ! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends nor Kacred home." It is not, however, a perpetual succession of storms ; there...

...fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm : In vain, his little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. Ver. 311. " It is not unlikely that Thomson, rather than Lucretius,...