...new life, the spirit of youth and hope revived within her, and she sang in low, yet not sad tones, " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming...land thou bear'st me to, . So not again to mine." CHAPTER XV. " A perfect woman, nobly plaim'd, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a spirit still...

...Argus, we know to be a fable."] • Here follows, in the original MS. : — " With thce, my kirk, 1 11 e strain'd As if she scarcely felt, but fcign'da sleep,...almost mockery yet to weep : The Ions dark lashes fr dark blue waves I And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native Land —...

...the sea, We follow in his flight ; Farewell, awhile, to him and thee My native land — good night ! With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ma to — So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves, And, when ye fail my sight, Welcome,...

...my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again, He'd tear me where he stands. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly...So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome ye dark-blue wuve«l And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye ca\es ! My native Land — Good Night...

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...my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again, He'd tear me where he stands. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly...when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye ca\es ! My native Land — Good Night !" *\ ITALIAN SUNSET The moon i- up and yet it is nut night —...

...my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again, He'd tear me where he stands. •• With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly...So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome ye dark-blue wave* ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and yc caves ! My native Land — Good Night...

...dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger-hands ; But, long e'er I come back again, He'd tear me where he stands. With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly...me to, So not again to mine ! Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land —...

...and sighed for home comforts, — beer, beaf, and tea, — quite as much as for his absent wife. B2 With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming...me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark -blue waves ; And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves : My native Land —...

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