then
catching
at some
new hope,
she would
again
renew her
watchful
position,
till the
shades of
evening
enveloped
every
object in
a dusky
cloud: she
would then
renew her
complaints,
and, with
a heart
bursting
with
disappointed
love and
wounded
sensibility,
retire to
a bed
which
remorse
had
strewed
with
thorns,
and court
in vain
that
comforter
of weary
nature
(who
seldom
visits the
unhappy)to
come and
steep her
senses in
oblivion.
