...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing,...me, where she kept up the pageant, and now, like a fro ward child, seems hushed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all around! The dying lamp...

...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing,...past walked before me, where she kept up the pageant, arid now, like a froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities. What a gloom hangs all around...

...walks his midnight round, and the suicide lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred person. . . . " What a gloom hangs all around ! The dying lamp feebly...is heard but of the chiming clock, or the distant watch dog. All the bustle of human pride is forgotten; an hour like this may well display the emptiness...

...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity, or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing,...froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities ' Like the visionary dream in the underworld, the city night walk reveals the city's own underworld...

...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing,...me — where she kept up the pageant, and now, like af reward child, seems hushed •with her own importunities. "What a gloom hangs all around ! The dying...