...round thy corse. (5) Punished. Arv. So, — Begin. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat O'the swn, JVbr the furious winter's rages ,• Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and to 'en thy wages -• Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear...

...each, And strew them o'er with flow'rs ; and on the morrow Shall the earth receive them, . Arv. Sweet Fidele ! Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's blast ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, And the dream of life is past. Guid. Monarchs, sages, peasants,...

...nor heat nor cold, can crack its varnish, or dim the lustre of its tints. Fear no more the heat of the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy...task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. The " exegi monumentum," and other valedictory vain-glories of the classic poets, were very safe auguries,...

...Gui. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. So, — begin. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat n the sun31, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and to' en thy waycs: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more...

...April), 1564, and died on his birth„day in 1616, at the same place. DIRGE. (In " Cymbeline.") FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Golden lads and girls all must, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages...

...God of earth and Heaven ! Here am I, with the child whom thou hast given ! " THE EXILE'S DIRGE.* Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious Winter's...task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Cymbelinc. I attended a funeral where there were a number of the German settlers present. After I had...

...reason for 't. Are. 'T is true. Guid. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. So, begin. SONG. Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun. Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou t!-iy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must,...

...— it was perfect — and in its perfection ceased to be on earth, and was transferred to heaven. " Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages." What were they — her wages ? Blessings from her father's quieted eyes ! the still delight of duty...

...over the body of Imogen, who, disguised as Fidele, is supposed to be dead. Fear no more the heat of the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone to take thy wages. * The words of this are printed by permission of Mr. Mori. Golden lads and lasses...

...true. Gui. Come on, then, and remove him. Arc. So, — begin. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat ojthe sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and to1 en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more...