...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,...

...Our life seemed then but as an arrow flying in the dark ! Dr. Johnson does not appear to have been dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love : as he is known to have said, he did love a good hater ! — poor man, his old robust Tory prejudice...

..."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...

...trustful, full of faith in the future and of manliness in the present, dowered, like the poet's poet, with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love. The world is theirs now. As for us, brothers — why, it was ours once. We led then, for all our fathers...

...dispassionate, and cold, And other than his form of creed, "With chisell'd 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,...

...intrepidity of soul, lofty and unselfish aims, and undoubted genius, must ever command. Plentifully " dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love," he was the scourge of all triflers and of all the dissolute, the enemy and the destroyer of what was false...

...intrepidity of soul, lofty and unselfish aims, and undoubted genius, must ever command. Plentifully ' dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love,' he was the scourge of all triflens and of all the dissolute, the enemy and the destroyer of what was false...

...eternity is to be lived for with almost the same assurance that to-morrow is. AUBIN. CHAPTER XXVII. He saw through life and death, through good and ill,...everlasting will, An open scroll, Before him lay. — TENNYSON. AUBIN. O UNCLE, uncle, I do feel so weary to-day ! MARHAM. It is from the hot day, Oliver....

...a reality. They are as far as possible from what might be expected of one who describes the poet as Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love, and assigns to him the ministry of WISDOM, of whom he writes — No sword Of wrath her right arm hurled,...

...a reality. They are as far as possible from what might be expected of one who describes the poet as Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love, and assigns to him the ministry of WISDOM, of whom he writes — No sword Of wrath her right arm hurled,...