...poet's scroll, and with his word, He shook the 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...

...mission is 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...

...SINCERITY. EVER PROMPT FOR GENEROUS TOIL, HE WON FOR HIMSELF FROM THE WORLD ONLY THE POET'S DOWRY, " THE HATE OF HATE, THE SCORN OF SCORN, THE LOVE OF LOVE!" So much for poor Charles, the " graceful elocutionist, the fiery-souled patriot." The world dealt hardly...

...And other than his form of creed, With chiselled features clear and sleek. THE POET. THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dowered...scroll, Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue, And of so fierce a flight, From Calpe unto Caucasus...

...And other than his form of creed, With chiselled features clear and sleek. THE POET. THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dowered...and death, through good and ill, He saw through his own»soul. The marvel of the everlasting will, An open scroll, Before him lay : with echoing feet he...

...experience in 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...

...the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting will,...Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame, Like...

...forehead, 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,...

...features clear and sleek. THE POET. 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. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting...

..."truth springing from earth" — high thought voluntarily moving harmonious numbers. His "Poet" is "dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love," and his words " shake the world." The author, when he wrote " The Poet," was fresh from school, and...