...keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. Ibid. Ixiii. So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be. Ibid. Ixxii. Thy leaf has perished in the green. Ibid. Ixxiv. There lives more faith in honest doubt,...

...friend is quenched by an early death : — " The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath ; I curse, not nature, no, nor death ; For nothing is that errs from law." Even the thought of the foul corruption of the grave is not insupportable : — " I wage not any feud...

...friend is quenched by an early death : — " The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath ; I curse not nature, no, nor death ; For nothing is that errs from law." Even the thought of the foul corruption of the grave is not insupportable : — " I wage not any feud...

...day ; Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray, ' And hide thy shame beneath the ground. LXXII. So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou vvert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly...

...tablet glimmers to the dawn. DEATH ix LIFE'S PRIME. So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, surh .B. Ford and Company «trong as thou wert true ? The fame is quenched that 1 foresaw, The head hath missed un earthly wreath...

...And in the dark church, like a ghost, Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn. DEATH IN LIFE'S PRIME. So many he no f9 1 foresaw, The head hath missed an earthly wreath : I curse not nature, no, nor death ; For nothing...

...disastrous day ; Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray, And hide thy shame beneath the ground. LXXIII. O many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thec, For thou wert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd...

...And in the dark church, like a ghost, Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn. DEATH IN LIFE'S PRIME. So many turf upheaves, Mellow and dark the ridgy cornfield cleaves ; Up the steep hillside, w theo, For thou wert »trong as thou wert true Î The fame is quenched that I foresaw, The head hath...

...perished in the green," and therefore our recollection of him shall have a fadeless freshness. " So many worlds, so much to do, * So little done, such things to be. How know I what had need of thec. For thou wert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quenched that I foresaw, The head hath missed...

...keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. Ibid. Ixiii. So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be. Ibid. Ixxii. Thy leaf has perished in the green. Ibid. Ixxiv. There lives more faith in honest doubt,...