...otherwise is sure to cause such wirrowf Whj not live on iu apathetic but safe content? Let us hear: I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within thn cage. That never knew the summer woods. I envy not the beast that takes Hi* license, iu the field...

...its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not, when we moved therein f " * * « * ' « " I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble...sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Self-conscious or " Subjective" Art. 551 " Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never...

...of the moral which is so exquisitely expressed in the concluding stanza of the following section : I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble...the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes ; Sorrow is gradually shown to be the teacher of a pure, or rather the H Nor, what may count itself...

...Indian seas, That Shadow waiting with the keys, To cloak me from my proper scorn. 4 i i • XXVII. I ENVY not in any moods The captive void of noble...beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes ; Nor, what may count itself as...

...of the head. The followmg verses contain the key-note of the resignation which pervades the volume : I envy not in any moods, The captive void of noble...I envy not the beast that takes His license in the fields of time, Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes. Nor, what may count...

...That Shadow waiting with the keys, To cloak me from my proper scorn. XXVI. XXVII. I ENVY not in ^aiiy moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born...That never knew the summer woods : I envy not the beaat that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter 'd by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience...

...knew the summer woods. I envy not tho beast that takes Hin license in the field of time, Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself ns blost, The heart that never plighted troth, But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten...

...over Indian seas, That Shadow waiting with the keys, To cloak me from my proper scorn. xxvir. I Einrr not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The...beast that takes 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...

...I find, ere yet the morn Breaks hither over Indian seas, That Shadow waiting with the keys, XXVII. I ENVY not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never-knew the summer woods : I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter'd...

...the poet rises into a higher region of emotion, and even makes his sorrow minister to his faith:— I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble...within the cage, That never knew the summer woods. I hold it true whate'er befall — I feel it when I sorrow most — 'Tis better to have loved and lost,...