...coloured and exaggerated for poetical effect — Insatiate archer 1 could not one suffice ? Thy shafts obert tilled her horn. This rapid succession of bereavements was a poetical license; for in one of the cases...

...coloured and exaggerated for poetical effect — Insatiate archer ! could nut one suffice ? Thy shafts . filled her horn. This rapid succession of bereavements was a poetical license-, for in one of the cases...

...Tempest ; and thy sardonic smile will point out the word " stream " repeated thrice in twelve lines : " Insatiate Archer! * could not one suffice; Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain." But this error was perfectly suicidal ; 'twas " an aspersion on my parts of speech," which my own grey...

...Tempest ; and thy sardonic smile will point out the word " stream " repeated thrice in twelve lines : " Insatiate Archer ! * could not one suffice; Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain." But this error was perfectly suicidal ; 'twas " an aspersion on my parts of speech," which my own grey...

...been familiar with the oft-repeated havoc of the inexorable Destroyer in his family connexion : — " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain." YOUNO. For some length of time after the death of her grandmother, she resided with her aunt Ruth Evans,...

...happiest part of mine. In the short space of one month, I have lost her who gave me being, and most of those who had made that being tolerable. To me the lines of Young are no liction :— " Insatiate arclirr! rould not one ; suffice ? Thy *Lafl flrw lliricf, and Ihrice my peace...

...happiest part of mine. In the short space of one month, I have lost her who jtive me being, and most of those who had made that being tolerable. To me...are no fiction : — " Insatiate archer ! could not on« suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain. And thrice ere thrice yon moon...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so nlean ? , 25 Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice 'my peace Was skin, And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on one ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. 0 Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour?" This beloved friend's...

...that of Dr. Young, while lamenting the loss of his companion in life, and her amiable children : — ' Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...my peace was slain, And thrice ere thrice yon moon renew'd her horn ! ' " The shock which Mr. Wrigley received from this complicated bereavement was the...