...present is our own ! And he is wise who best employs The passing hour alone. Bp. Heber,from Pindar. Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright...past, which she cannot destroy ; 'Which come in the night time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. T. Moore. JUDGES,...

...fate do her worst—there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, that she cannot destroy, That come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features which joy used to wear.' By a stroke of good fortune I stumbled across an old friend, Herbert L'Estrange,...

...memory of the past will stay, And half our joy renew. MOORE. Let fate do her worst ; there are moments of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot...And bring back the features that joy used to wear. MOOR*. My memory now is but the tomb Of joys long past. BYRON'S Giaour. But in that instant, o'er his...

...it tells me, that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd, " I wish he were here ! " Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; And which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy us'd to...

...haunted with him. He is, at least, a very nice looking animal, my dear. ^Excuse me a moment' ' Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which we cannot destroy.' You had, at least, the pleasure of riding after him once ; and I had the pleasure...

...if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murinur'd, ' I wish he were here !' Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright...long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill' d — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will....

...if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmured, " I wish he were here !' Let Fate do her worst! there are relics of joy, Bright...to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled! Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled : You may break, you may ruin, the vase...

...if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmured, " I wish he were here ! ' Let Fate do her worst ! there are relics of joy, Bright...And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Loner, Ion" be my heart with such memories filled ! •/ Like the vase in which roses have once been...

...do her worst, there are moments of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; AVhich come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Moon. Memory is the cabinet of imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and...

...if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmured, " I wish he were here !" Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; And which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, To bring back the features which joy used to...