...license in the field of time, Unfetter'd by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; " Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that...troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth ; Nor any want begotten rest. " I hold it true whate'er befall— I feel it when I sorrow most: 'Tig better to...

...blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth ; Nor any want begotten rest. " I hold it true whate'er befall — I feel...I sorrow most : Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all." The reader must already have discovered that this poem is characterized...

...breathes such sweetness and sacredness. The key-note of the whole is struck at the beginning : — " I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all."* And the same sentiment seeks strength to sustain and justify itself...

...breathes such sweetness and sacredness. The key-note of the whole is struck at the beginning :— " I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it when I sorrow most ; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all."* And the same sentiment seeks strength to sustain and justify itself...

...wind began to sweep A music out of sheet and shroud, We steer'd her toward a crimson cloud 158 on. THE time draws near the birth of Christ ; The moon is hid, the night is still ; A single church below the hill Is pealing, folded in the mist. A single peal of bells below, That...

...a conscience never wakes. Nor, what may count itself as bleat, The heart that never plighted truth, But stagnates in the weeds of sloth, Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whatc'er befal : I feel it when I sorrow most, "Lis better to have loved and lost Than never to have...

...His license in the field of time, Unfetter'd by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that...I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. XXTIII. THE time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid ;...

...license in the field of time, Unfetter' d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes ; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that...in the weeds of sloth, Nor any want-begotten rest. 1 hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it, when I sorrow most ; 'Tis better to have loved and lost...

...The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods. I hold it true whate'er befall — I feel it when...sorrow most — 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. It mil be seen, we think, from the brief extracts we have given, that...

...worst that can befall, Is happier thousand-fold than one Who never loved at all." Monckton Afilnts. " I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it when I sorrow most ; Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all." Tennyson. WE cut the following extract from a Letter in the New York...