...influence embodied, of the following ; sorrow it is speaks : — ' The stars she whispers, blindly run ; A web is woven across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun.'" So, of this verse of the grand dream at p. 94: — ' I dreamed there would be spring no more, That...

...breathes such sweetness and sacredness. The key-note of the whole is struck at the beginning : — " I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it when I sorrow most ; "fis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all."* And the same sentiment seeks...

...tenderness and elegance few prose men of his day could have rivalled. Tennyson's words are these : — " I hold it true, whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow moat; "Пз better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.'" In Mtmoriam, xxvii. Congreve's...

...The heart that never plighted troth. But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow rao«t; 'Tis bfttfr to hin-f, brred and /ojl, Than never to hare tared at all. JOSEPH AND nis BRKTHIU.N.—...

...bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip ? " The stars," she whispers, " blindly run ; A web is woven across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun: "And all the phantom, Nature, stands, — With all her music in her tone, /A hollow echo of my own,...

...breath, What whispers from thy lying lip ? ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all her music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,...

...breath, What whispers from thy lying lip ? ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all her music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,...

...heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth ; Nor any want begotten rest. " I hold it true whate'er befall— I feel it when I sorrow most: 'Tig better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all." The reader must already have...

...The heart that never plighted troth, But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; . Ti- b-lirr to Aa« loetd and roz¡, Than never to have lored at all. JOSEPH лгго HIS BumiosN.—...

...from thy lying lip ? ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; Prom out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all her music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,...