...these walls, at my approach, A daughter's welcome gave, and I lov'd her As my own child. Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. Oh, sir, the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Had blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...these walls, at my approach, A daughter's welcome gave, and I lov'd her As my own child. Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Bum to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld...

...immediately fell upon a combination of comparison and metaphor in the lines which follow : — " But they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." And here it should be observed, that the just division of tropes, should be constantly kept in view....

...not ; nor the humbler skill Of prudence, disentangling good and ill With patient care." " Oh ! sir, the good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." MY absence from England during the last ten years of the life of Sir Robert Peel, may appear to some...

...of B — L — 's convalescence. I do not wish to see more of those I love die, to prove — " That the good die first, and they whose hearts Are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket." I speak of her in connexion with flowers, because she promised to share the flowers she got sent her...

...explains the sufferings of good men, and the incidental success of bad men ? How is it that often " The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn down to the sockets I" How is it, I ask, that we see sin rampant here, sickness there, pestilence elsewhere...

...a heart-flame that may be Quenched only with thy tears. LINES On the Death of JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. "The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Bum to the socket." WORDSWORTH. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew...

...these walls, at my approach, A daughter's welcome gave me, and" I loved her As my own child. O sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed pour Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...EXCURSION. The vision and the faculty divine. Boot i. The imperfect offices of prayer and praise. Ibid. The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Ibid. This dull product of a scoffer's pen. Book ii. With battlements, that on their restless fronts...