...intellect seem to bo dead, but to us how unspeakably dear!) might perpetuate the name of Hood : "The Weak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Nor the hkiclt flowing river; Mad from life's history — Glnd to death's mystery . Swift to he hurled,...

...awfully true words of Hood thrill me now, when I remember that moment — " The bleak winds of March Hade her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or...Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery Swift to be hurled, Auywhere ! anywhere out of the world!" I got up from my seat, I walked slowly but unwaveringly...

...we think, more of London in its horror — " Where the lamps quiver, So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night 1 " The bleak winds of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing...

...picture of utter despair, which the following lines contain, is beyond criticism : — " Mad from life'« history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!" Mamy others there are in these volumes, written in the same spirit, though under moments of less striking...

...; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. " Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement,...night. " The bleak wind of March Made her tremble nnd shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from fife's history, Glatl to death's...

...take away. ' Hope has no blandishments in store that can seduce, nor fear a threat that can appal :' 1 MAD from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd ; Any where, any where Out of the world !' IT was the Mohawk, not the Hudson, that was the scene of...

...fall; now hurrying God knows whither — perhaps to her garrethome— perhaps, wanting that, to the River — '' Mad from life's history* Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Any where — any where Out of the world I " As the thought crossed my mind, I turned shuddering,...

...eminence ; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement,...history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Any where, any where, Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough...

...eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light, From window and casement, From garret to...life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled,— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world! In she plunged boldly,— No matter how coldly The...

...of its pictures are not unworthy of a poet. ' Where the lamps quiver, So far on the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement,...Mad from life's history, Glad to Death's mystery, Soon to be hurl'd — Any where, any where, Out of the world I' This, though capable of improvement...