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...watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing now wakes but guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard once more...arm against his own sacred person. Let me no longer \vaste the night over the page of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, aml nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...round, and the suicide lifts his guilty arm against hia own sacred person. " Let me no longer waste the night over the pages of antiquity or the sallies...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...walks his midnight round, and the suicide lifts his guflty arm against his own sacred person. "Let me no longer waste the night over the pages of antiquity...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...and the suicide lifts his guilty arm against his own saered person. Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, ot the sallies of contemporary...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard...lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. What a gloom hangs all around! The dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam ; no sound is heard but of...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard once more fills the destroying bowl, the robber 1 Translation of a South American Ode. — GOLDSMITH. [This note is not in the Public Ledger, Mr. Mitford...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and despair. The drunkard once more fills the destroying bowl, the robber 1 Translation of a South American Ode. — GOLDSMITH. [This note is not in the Public Ledger. Mr. Mitford...

...the watchman forgets the hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, and nothing wakes se of her knowledge will bo that it contributes to her private happiness. She may make it public, robbor walks his midnight round, and the suicide lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person....