...Occiputhouse. CHAPTER V. Grief flows so fast upon me, It clionks, andwill not let me tell the cause. Ottrag. Sad, was the hour, and luckless was the day When first from schiraz' wulls I bent my way. Colliai. IMMEDIATELY after the return of Kofstirn and " The Excluded " from the...

...obtaining a small profit, cheers and stimulates a man to the performance of his necessary business. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz's walls I bent my way." A person, therefore, who would move on smoothly, must not be very sanguine...

...Collins, they will leave a certainty for an uncertainty; and then, with him, they may exclaim, — " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz's walls I bent my way." • A person, therefore, who would move on smoothly, must not be very...

...Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found ; And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls 1 bent my way !" Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade...

...desperate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began : " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz1 walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst, or pinching...

...his breast, and thus began : " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Shiraz' walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the...shall thirst assuage, When fails this cruise, his unrelating rage 1 Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign, Then what but tears and hunger shall...

...time in his brief career, after he had reached the land, he might have exclaimed with Hassan — " Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, When first from S/aroz' walls I bent my way." Alas! for him there was no return. He landed in New Orleans at an unsuitable...

...Before them Death with shrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. ' afe in his power, whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer. Implor !' At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep ; Or some swoln...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to hehold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I hent my way! * Oh cease, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumherM scenes...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to hehold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walis I hent my way ! ' Oh cease, my fears !— all frantic aa I go, When thought creates unnumherM...