...honour, frail as life, thy fellow flow'r ; That is, when lost, no more to be redeem'd. Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Swset harmonist, and beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft,...

...Stcecens. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er draw your forehead o'er your brows, Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Ст-асЛ. My fourteen hundreds ? what! my REMBEANDTS tooli Sir RS Burgo-Master Sii, солен LANDSCAPE,...

...of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must...

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...you. Malcolm. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon VODI brows ; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macdvff. My children too ? Kusse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macduff. And 1...

...you. Mai. Merciful Heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must...

...exclaims, " Nay, an thou'lt rant, I '11 mouth as well as thou ! " Seneca has observed, that " euro; leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent ; " and the silence,...Macbeth : " The grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'cr-fraught heart, and bids it break." He afterwards, it is true, makes an apology to Laertes on the...

...wayward boy ! To note the fighting conflict of her hue ! How white and red each other did destroy 3 ! " the grief that does not speak, " Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." STEEVENS. ' Free vent of words love's FIRE doth assuage.] Fire is here, as in many other places, used...

...you. Mai, Merciful heaven!— What, man ! Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak. Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be...

...has wisely (whatever the worldly and ignorant may say) unloaded his full heart on paper — • • " The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break." which his editorial labours so frequently display. A darkness comes over his spirit, and the blue sky...