...become distasteful the energy which seeks the higher things should fade too often into a sad repose. Here with her face doth Memory sit, Meanwhile, and...decline. Till other eyes shall look from it — Eyes of tho spirit's Palestine, Even than tho old ga/.c tenderer; While hopes and aims, long lost with her,...

...that never beats nor heaves, In that one darkness lying still,' • What now to thee my love's grent will Or the fine web the sunshine weaves ! Here with...Eyes of the spirit's Palestine, Even than the old gate tenderer : While hopes and aims long lost with her Stand round her imago side by Bide, Like tombs...

...memory sit Meanwhile, and wait the day's decline, Even than the old gaze tenderer : While hopes and'aims long lost with her Stand round her image side by side,...pilgrims that have died About the Holy Sepulchre. SISTER HELEN. ' WHY did you melt your waxen man, Sister Helen ? To-day is the third since you began.'...

...the highest poetical genius. At the close of this sweet and tender poem is the beautiful conceit : " While hopes and aims long lost with her Stand round...pilgrims that have died, About the Holy Sepulchre." The poem of the highest dramatic power is " A Last Confession." A splendid lyric is " Troy Town," quaint...

...Throughout the music of the suns, It enters in her soul at once And knows the silence there for God ! Here with her face doth memory sit Meanwhile, and...side by side, Like tombs of pilgrims that have died MY SISTER'S SLEEP. SHE fell asleep on Christmas Eve: At length the long-ungranted shade Of weary eyelids...

...Throughout the music of the suns, It enters in her soul at once And knows the silence there for God ! Here with her face doth memory sit Meanwhile, and...side by side, Like tombs of pilgrims that have died MY SISTER'S SLEEP. SHE fell asleep on Christmas Eve : At length the long-ungranted shade Of weary eyelids...

...become distasteful the energy which seeks the higher things should fade too often into a sad repose. " Here with her face doth Memory sit, Meanwhile, and...pilgrims that have died About the Holy Sepulchre." And when the dream and the legend which inspired Eossetti's boyhood with the vision of the Blessed...

...become distasteful the energy which seeks the higher things should fade too often into a sad repose. Here with her face doth Memory sit, Meanwhile, and...pilgrims that have died About the Holy Sepulchre. And when the dream and the legend which inspired Rossetti's boyhood with the vision of the Blessed...

...Throughout the music of the suns, It enters in her soul at once And knows the silence there for God! Here with her face doth memory sit Meanwhile, and...pilgrims that have died About the Holy Sepulchre. SIBYLLA PALMIFERA. (for a Picture.) Under the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery,...

...become distasteful the energy which seeks the higher things should fade too often into a sad repose. Here with her face doth Memory sit, Meanwhile, and...her image side by side, Like tombs of pilgrims that hare died About the Holy Sepulchre. And when the dream and the legend which inspired Rossetti's boyhood...