...our own.' Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy...trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path 3 stream of living light; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and...

...Poems. ' Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy...; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! * The descriptiVe passages of this classical poem, require...

...summer visions die^ If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sty ; If but a beam of sober reason play, La, fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Siyitch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour...

...our own ! Lighter than air Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; It but a beam of sober reason play, Lo ! Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! 2. It is often found, that a fine genius has but a feeble memory : for, where the genius is bright,...

...poet : " Lighter than air, hope's summer visions fly, " If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky, " If but a beam of sober reason play, " Lo, fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. " But can the wile of art, the grasp of power, " Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? " These, when the...

...call our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die. If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy...Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well- spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...our own. Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If bjijt a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy...melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Pow'rr Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when- the trembling spirit wings her fligh...

...fleeting cloud obscure the sky j If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost- work melts away! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well- spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of...

...visions die, If but a fleeting clond obscure the sky ! If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo, fancy'* fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich relies of a well-spent hour ? These when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path...

...Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; . • , ., If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo ! fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! i But can the wiles of art, the grasp of pow'r, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ! These,...