...hues, To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precincts in the soul. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts...hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! a Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...hues, To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precincts in the soul. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts...hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...hues, To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precincts in the soul. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts...hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...hues. To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precincts in the soul. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts...hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies ! ( Each, as the varied avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...the Rue de * CHAPTER XIV. ' Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, ' Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; ' Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! 'Each stamps its image as the other flies ! ' Each, as the varied avenues of sense ' Delight or sorrow...

...the following lines of a living poet they are said to be upon the affections. Lull'd in the coundess chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by...hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image, as the other ilics. Each, as the varied avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...airy precincts in the soul. Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! b . Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...

...at random under the ever-varying impulse. — Kogers says, in his Pleasures of Memory, — " jLull'J in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts...chain ; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! Each stamps its image as the other flies." My friend seemed expressly made to demonstrate the truth...

...Thoulouse attended by the unhappy Annette, and guarded by a steady servant of the count. CHAPTER XV. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts...hidden chain ; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies. PLEASURES OF MEMOSTT. EMILY pursued her journey without...

...airy precincts in the soul. Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow...