...are the cadences of a strong heart beating for utterance, or the sweep of au indignant mind "Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love." The poet leads an intenser life than other men, he has a wider vision, a keener insight, and a more...

...dispassionate, and cold, 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...Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame, Like...

...be borne by Great Britain." Of course we are quite content to be dowered with the poet's portion — the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love. As there is Young America which liâtes us, and Old America which still loves us, we must expect in...

...mountains, The light of an ingenuous countenance : And, what transcends them all, a noble action. Ruyers. 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 through life and death,...

...cold, And other than his form of creed, With chiselled features clear and sleek. THE POET. THE poet ma golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dowered...Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame, Like...

...y bardd yn nghyfrif bardd mawr yr oee bresennol, sei Tea nyson: — " The poet in & golden clime wu born With golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate the .scorn of «corn The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and illt He saw thro' his own soul...

...nphyfrif bardd mawr yr oes bresennol, sef Tennyson : — " The poet in a golden clime was born ^Vith golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate the scorn of scorn, Til e love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill« He saw thro' his own soul ; The...

...passions. He is thus described : — ' The poet in a golden age was born, With golden stars above, Dower' d with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. We may expect in him, therefore, all the feelings intensified. Look at Byron in this way. See how softly...

...were stamped on Randal's mind as he parted from Una and strode towards the presbytery. CHAPTER HI. " He saw through life and death, through good and ill...everlasting will, An open scroll, Before him lay." — Tennyson. And now he has reached the house, and passed through the lower wicket-gate to the door....

...liberty in order and tolerance — a hater of licence and excess. lie, indeed, throughout his life was, Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He loved man sincerely, earnestly desiring his elevation. Liberty, fraternity, and equality were then...