...unbidden, Till the world was brought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-horn maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden...With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Deep indeed is the thankfulness, devout the reverence due from those, and the young especially, whose...

...flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet bidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till...glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes...

...we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a...tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour Writh music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. ' Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering...

...we know not; What is most like thee 1 From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a...of dew Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view: Like a rose emlxiwered In its own i:ivon loaves,...

...we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a...Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholdcn Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view : Like a rose...

...we know not ; What is most like thee ; From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. THE SKYLARK. 55 Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour...

...critics, devoid of enthusiasm and inspiration, and utterly incapable of judging of the merits of — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...To sympathy, with hopes and fears it heeded not." feeling of love for poetry. Many persons speak, think, and write of poetry with a degree of extravagance...

...themselves are there, and they are working up slowly (let us hope) toward a better future. Liku .1 poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...wrought To sympathy -with hopes and fears it heeded not. Now, a journalist is not a poet, and Heaven knows he is far enough from being lost in a haze of thought...

...enthusiasm and inspiration, and utterly incapable of judging of the merits of— " A poet hidden ID tbe light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the...To sympathy, with hopes and fears it heeded not." Many, doubtless, would prefer to be at once revelling among the beauties of their favourite poet, and...

...we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a...of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view. Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves,...