...through the sereen-, yellow and warm, as a harvest sun. It is in its best age, and that age is ripeness. The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket! The town clock is striking midnight. The cold of the night-wind is urging its way in at the door and...

...bo sure ! But whoever heard of one ? Wordsworth somewhere in the Excursion, says : — The good tie first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket ! What, in the name of llydal Mount, is a dry heart ? A dusty one, I can conceive of : a bachelor's...

...battle-day ? ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. OF NEW-YORK, SEPT., 1820. " The good die first, Aud they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." WORDSWORTH. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee,...

...There let the relic lie — fond thought — Tain words • forgive them ; — never — never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within...welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. O, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer duit 2N Burn to the socket. "•••'....

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...through the screen, yellow and warm, as a harvest sun. It is in its best age, and that age is ripeness. "The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Bum to the socket ! " The town clock is striking midnight. The cold of the night-wind is urging its...

...elements : There let it lie — how foolish are such thoughts ! Forgive them ; — never — never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within...as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that...

...elements : There let it lie — how foolish are such thoughts ! Forgive them ; — never — never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within...first,! , And they whose hearts are dry as summer dustl j / Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, \ When...

...elements : There let it lie ; — how foolish are such thoughts ! Forgive them ; — never, never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within...welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. 0 Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a...

...this door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. 0 Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are...as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blest poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that...