...touching lines of Young, I little thought that I should myself so fully realize them. " Death's shafts flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn." Castle Donington. WEEP NOT FOE THY SON. WEEP not for thy son, though he's gone to...

...lost the objects of his affection in such rapid succession as he feigns, when he says of Death — " Insatiate Archer! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn." There is some perplexity also as to other particulars in the history of the dearly...

...of one month I nave lost her who nve me being, and most of those who had made that Doing toleiable. ing by Would gladly woo thine Echoes with his string, Though from thy heights no mo 7 Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain, And thrice ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her...

...her who gave me being, and mo5t of those who had made that being tolerable. To me the lines of Yoking are no fiction : " Insatiate archer ! could not one...peace was slain, And thrice ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn." I should have ventured a verse to the memory of the late Charles Skinner Matthews,...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her hprn. 0 Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a.mark so mean ? 25 Why thy peculiar rancor wreaked on me ? Insatiate archer! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain, And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament ' 30 Thy wretched neighbor? grieve to see...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, e'er thrice yon moon had filled her horn !" The personification is thus an ascription of affections...

...happieet ¡>art of mine. In the short space of one month I had lost her who gave me being, and most darkness, ye are wondrous strong, ret lovely in your strength, as it the light Of a : 1 Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain....

...mournfully might the afflicted parent have uttered the complaint of the poet: — " Insatiate Archer ! conld not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain, And thrice, ere tin'ice yon moon had filled her horn!" Youno. mouldering inscriptions still preserve their names and...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain; y And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy...