...clear and sleek. THE POET. THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw through life and death, through good and il He saw through his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting...

...torrents of declamation, are tinctured from the fullness of a most loving heart, a heart full of " The hate of hate, — the scorn of scorn, — The love of love." From what we have said, perhaps, it may be gathered that Mr. Parsons has two methods of addressing...

...world. Tennyson. POET. 497 The poet in a golden clime is born, With golden stars above, Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. Tennyson. Take the sweet poetry of life away, And what remains behind? Wordsworth. There is a pleasure...

...to these ! CHAPTER XIV. The poet in a golden clime was born , With golden stars above. Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. TENNYSON. LILIAN'S wedding-day was fast approaching. Two days before that auspicious event, the little...

...school of the poor, and nobly earned his title to speak to them as a man and a brother, dowered with "the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love." LONDON : — FEINTED BY WILLIAM NICHOLS, 35. LONDON-WALL. DAVID BOGUE'S (LATE TILT AND BOGUE) ,^.!^<v...

...clear and sleek. THE POET. THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw through life and death, through good and ill, He saw through his own»soul. The marvel of the...

...school of the poor, and nobly earned his title to speak to them as a man and a brother, dowered with "the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of Love." — Extract from an article in 11 Eliza Cook's Journal" 1581, written by Dr. Samuel Smiles, XXIX I...

...even though we sigh over the petulance and pride which brood upon the lip and eyebrow. " Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love." A Michael Angelo, who could laugh, which that Italian one (one fancies) never could. We have, too,...

...trustful, full of faith in the future and of manliness in the present, dowered, like the poet's poet, with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love. The world is theirs now. As for us, brothers — why, it was ours once. We led then, for all our lathers...

...seemed then but as an arrow flying in the dark ! Dr. Johnson does not appear to have been dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love : as he is known to have said, he did love a good hater ! — poor man, his old robust Tory prejudice...