...are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with...A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes...

...are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with...A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee. Thou lovest,...

...rain of melody." Then follows that exquisite simile, where he compares the invisible singer to — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." There are many other passages not so well known as these, but equally beautiful, which, if our space...

...rainbow clouds there flow :i'./. Drops so bright to see, 1.t from thy presence showers a rain of melody Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not Like a high-born maiden* In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour Writh music...

...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...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...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...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour, With music...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music...

...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...