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orning, as the signal of placid feelings towards his God, and his assembled neighbours, does not hear their weekly monotony with devotion ? And who is there that has performed the last rites of friendship, or the melancholy duties of son, daughter, husband, wife, father, mother, sister, under the recurring tones of the awful tenor, or more awful dumb peal, and does not feel at every repetition of the same ceremony, a revival of his keen but unavailing regrets for the mouldering dead?
Hearts are not flint, and flints are rent
Hearts are not steel, and steel is bent.
Scott.
Hearts are not steel, and steel is bent.
Scott.
PARODY ON THE OPENING OF THE BRIDE OF ABYDCS,
ADDRESSED TO LORD RYRON.
ADDRESSED TO LORD RYRON.
Know'st thou the land of the mountain and flood,
Where the pines of the forest for ages have stood;
Where the eagles come forth on the wings of the storm,
And their young ones are rocked on the high Carignorm?
Know'st thou the land where the old Celtic wave,
Encircles the hills which its blue waters lave,
Where the virgins are pure as the gem of the sea,
And their spirits are light for their actions are free ?
Know'st tbou the land where the sun's lingering ray
Streaks with gold light the bright azure of day,
Whilst the cold feeble gleam it sheds on the sight,
Scarcebreaks through the gloom of the long winter's night?
Where the pines of the forest for ages have stood;
Where the eagles come forth on the wings of the storm,
And their young ones are rocked on the high Carignorm?
Know'st thou the land where the old Celtic wave,
Encircles the hills which its blue waters lave,
Where the virgins are pure as the gem of the sea,
And their spirits are light for their actions are free ?
Know'st tbou the land where the sun's lingering ray
Streaks with gold light the bright azure of day,
Whilst the cold feeble gleam it sheds on the sight,
Scarcebreaks through the gloom of the long winter's night?
