...Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and filled up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; ' Leaving that beautiful which still...the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great and old ! The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits from their ruins." Truly yours....

...of the conquerors of the world in admiration of their greatness of conception and execution, until the place " Became religion, and the heart ran o'er...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." On my way out, I stopped to talk with the sentinel at the entrance, stationed there to protect visitors...

...which still is so, And making that which is not; till the place Becomes religion, and the heart runs o'er With silent worship of the great of old, The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rula Our spirits from their urns !" But his best defence is in Professor Wilson's own words delivered...

...Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, * * BYRON. DEATH OF A CHILD. ON yonder mead, that like a windless lake Shines in the glow of heaven,...

...furniture in working-class homes, and working men generally acquainted with (through their works) — " The great of old, The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits from their urns j " a time, in short, when mental culture will give such sweetness and light to the home and social...

...Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, lill the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! —...

...Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd op, As 'twere anew, the gaps, beacons that shine Om spirits from their urns. 'T was such anight! Т is strange that I recall it at this time ; But I...

...the more benign power of beautiful landscape. He recalls how the moon "cast a wide and tender light," Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. (111.^.36-41) The moon has Astarte's "gentler powers" of tenderness, but none of her subjectivity's...

...tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, SCENE IV Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making...ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! 40 The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. 'Twas such a night!...

...which their works does one think first (and last) when thinking of Shakspeare, Goethe, Keats and all "The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rule Our spirits from their urns"?' — I mean those who have done work in both manners. For me to write a yarn with none of the tragic...