...ronnd ns hy thy look of rest; Thon hring'st the child, too, to the mothers hreast. CVIIL Soft honr!6 which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those...fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far hell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's deeay; Is this a fancy which onr reason...

...look of res); Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast CANTO HI. DON JLA N. ST. 1-7. Sort hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the gcas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with lore the pilgrim...

...Thou bringest the child, too, to the mother'.-, breast. Soft hour ! . hich wakes the wish and nulls the heart Of those who sail the seas on the .first...day's decay ; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ? Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns ! If Lord Byron bad alwayi written thus, what but the...

...gather'd round us by thy look of rest ; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. CVI1I. Soft hour .' '' which wakes the wish and melts the...day's decay ; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ? Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns ! CIX. When Nero perish'd by the justest doom Which...

...ns by thy look of rest; Thon bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. cV. cvin. Soft honr!6) which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those...vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's deeay; Is this a fancy which onr reason scorns! Ah! snrely nothing dies bnt something monrns? cIX....

...gather'd round us by thy look of rest ; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. CVIII. Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...day's decay ; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ? Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns !(') cix. When Nero perish'd by the justest doom Which...

...gathered round us by the look of rest,— Thou bringest the child, too, to the mother's breast! Ib740. Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As far the bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay; * But for that word,...

...dear, Are gather'd round us by thy look of rest; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or tills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep...

...ghost. Here is the famous opening of the Eighth Canto of the Purgatorio, with three translations : — When they from their sweet friends are torn apart...Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the for bell of reaper makes him start, Seeming to wee p the dying day's return." MEaiVALE. " 'Twas now...

...« 1839.] When they from their sweet friends aro torn apart ; Or nils with love the pilgrim on hi> way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's return." MEEIVALE. " 'Twas now the hour when fond desire renews To him who wanders o'er the pathless...