...The two versions of the ninth stanza are as follows : — I. And still she bow'd herself and stoop'd Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she lean'd on warm. And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. II. And still she bowed herself...

...independent merit at all, except a luxury of words, that most well-read people can nowadays command : — " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the...the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. " ' Circlewise sit they, with bound locks And foreheads garlanded ; Into the fine cloth white like...

..." Inferno." Mark, for instance, how the " Blessed Damozel leans out from the gold bar of heaven." " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the...she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Aloug her bended arm." It was said once by a writer anxious to make out a case against the pre-Raphaelite...

...among themselves, Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls mounting up to God, Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped, Out...From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a puhe shake fierec Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path...

...among themselves Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out...the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather, Fluttering far down the gulf ; and...

...night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as when; this' earth Spins like a fretful midge. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the...made The bar she leaned on warm. And the lilies lay a*, if asleep Along her bended arm. The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather...

...words, such pictures as these : " And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin llamea. " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the...have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies laid as if asleep Along her bended arm." " When round his head the aurcole clings And he is clothed...

...virginal chaste names : And the souls mounting up to God. Went by her like thin flames. And still sh« bowed herself and stooped, Out of the circling charm. Until her bosom must have mode. The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep, Along her bended arm. From the fixed...

...comes of exquisite calmness : ' And still she bowed above the vast Waste sea of worlds that swarm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her beaded arm.' Here is the element we do not get from Fra Angelico, though his contemporary Lippo Lippi...

...among themselves Their virginal chaste names ; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out...the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the world. Her gaze still strove From the fixed place of...