...And the glories of Paradise mine. THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me. thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust thai once hadst breath .' Tell me how many mortals meet...curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she plows a human soil, And mines among the dead. 1 Bilberries, cluster-bcnios, and crano-berrieii. But,...

...spoils of time and mansions of the dead. On such occasions, my inquiring mind has asked,— ' Tell me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once...breath ! Tell me, how many mortals meet In this small spot of death ? * Methinks this dust yet heaves with breath; Ten thousand pulses beat: Tell me, in...

...shine : Then mine be the laurels of virtue alone. And the glories of Paradise mine. THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me, thou dust beneath my feet Thou dust that once...curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she plows a human soil, And mines among the dead. 1 Bilberries, cluster-berrics, and crano-berrifs. But,...

...glories of Paradise mine. IS07. THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me, thon dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that onee hadst breath ! Tell me how many mortals meet In this small hill of death ? The mole that seoops with eurious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil, And mines among...

...MOLE-HILL IN A CHURCH- YARD. TEIL me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst hreath ; Tell me how many mortals meet In this small hill of death ? Where'er the mole turns up the ground, My kindred earth I see ; Once every atom of the mound Lived,...

...become as remarkable for their sober propriety as for their beauty when employed here : " Tell me, them dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath,...how many mortals meet In this small hill of death? By wafting winds and flooding rains, From ocean, earth and sky, Collected, here the frail remains Of...

...flooding rains, From ocean, earth and sky, Collected, here the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie. The mole that scoops, with curious toil, Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs so rich a soil, And mines among the dead. But 0 ! where'er she turns the ground, My kindred earth I...

...molehill, become as remarkable for their sober propriety as for their beauty when employed here : " Tell me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath, — Tell mo how many mortals meet In this small hill of death? By wafting winds and flooding rains, From ocean,...

...remarkable for their sober propriety as for their beauty when employed here : 18* " Tell me, thoti dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath,...how many mortals meet In this small hill of death? By wafting winds and flooding rains, From ocean, earth and sky, Collected, here the frail remains Of...

...gathering gloom, May thy latest moments shine Through the night-fall of the tomb." THE MOLE-HILL. TELL me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath ! Tell me how many mortals meet Tn this small hill of death ? The mole that scoops with curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not...