...of snow-hung oak. loo A solitude made more intense By dreary-voice'd elements, The shrieking of tile mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat 105 Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth...

...before ; Low circling round its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet, lieyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testified...

...dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke furled music to hear : I if ghostly tinger-tips of slcct. Beyond the eircle of our hearth Xo welcome sound of toil or mirth...

...before ; Low circling round its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. SNOW-BOUND. JANUARY 8. Ah, well ! — The world is discreet ; There are plenty to pause and wait ;...

...before ; Low circling round its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social...elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-houghs swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond...

...before; Low circling round its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shonee No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods of snow hung oak. A solitude made more intense By dreary-voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless...

...before; Low circling round the southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell hat a friend may profess, yet déçoive. k. BYRON—...Becher. Friendship is infinitely better than kindne dreary voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind,...

...circling round the southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent ils Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke...of snow-hung oak. A solitude made more intense By dreary voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind,...

...aloof, In its slant splendor, seemed to tell Of Pisa's leaning miracle." Imaginative touches follow : "The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. From the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown traveller, sank From sight...

...where the trees, Waved their tall arms above me, and kissed in the breeze." The same author writes : '' The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet." 4 ' The spring had scarce had time to spin a coverlid for it." Tennyson speaks of the death of a child...