...heard the mosic of the bards, and thy song is lovely. It is lovely, O Malvina, but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful, 0 daughter of Toscar, and their days are few. They fall away,...

...heard the music of bards, and thy song is lovely ! It is lovely, O Malvina, but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful ', О the ditch it lies along: Spreading all its fair branches...

...said I, with good humour and closing the book : " Ossian is, to a mind like yours, a bad writer."' " There is a joy in grief, when peace dwells in the breast of the mourner," answered he in a plaintive tone. " It may be so," replied I, " but the mourner ought to remember, '...

...hast heard the music of bards, and thy song is lovely! It is lovely, O Malvina! but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful, O daughter of Toscar ! and their days are few! They fall away,...

...calm diffuse itself over her mind; and in the words of the mournful Ossian, she acknowledged that, " there is a joy in grief, when peace dwells in the breast of the sad;" and when reason assures us, a well-spent life will unite' us for ever to those dear friends from...

...writer, and, as will appear, no ordinary poetess,) " are most diffidently added to the above opin ions. There is a joy in grief, when peace dwells in the breast of the mourner. " When peace dwells in the mourner's breast, When sorrow's wounds begin to heal, When beating bosoms...

...repays with present scorn and future repentance the devotion of its wretched votaries. CHAPTER XXVII. There is a joy in grief, when peace dwells in the breast of the sad, but sorrow wastes the mournful, and their days are few! The; fall away like the Bower on which...

...Delancey, that love tempers criticisms, as it magnifies beauties, so what can you have to fearf" " From us, my Olivia, nothing," said Mrs. St. John;...the mourner.' Thus says Ossian ; what says Olivia ? " When peace is in the mourner's breast, When iorrow's wounds begin to heal, When heaving bosoms...

...heard the music of bards, and thy song is lovely ! It is lovely, O Malvina ! but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful ! O daughter of Toscar ! and their days are few ! They fall away,...

...heard the music of hards, And thy song is lovely ! It is lovely, O Malvina; But it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief, When peace dwells in the breast of the sad: But sorrow wastes the mournful, O daughter of Toscar, Aml their days arc few. They fall away like...