...been : Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of Nature it drew From each wandering sunbeam a lonely embrace ; For the...night-weed and thorn overshadow'd the place Where the flow'r of my forefathers grew. Campbell. Akenside, one of the most classical of all the English poets,...

...been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of Nature, it drew, From each wandering sun-beam, a lonely embrace; For the...grew. Sweet bud of the wilderness ! emblem of all That remains in this desolate heart ! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never...