...Our present is and is not, Our future's a sealed seed plot, And what betwixt them are we ? We, who say as we go, — " Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day." ' t Sonnet Ixvi. of ' The House of Life,'—' The Heart of the Night.' art cannot transfigure, —...

..." Speaking of things remembered, and so sit Speechless while things forgotten call to us." " We who say as we go, ' Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That we shall know one day.' " " T WOULD tell her every thing." -L It was the rector who spoke. He and Richard...

...they be, Or whether as bond or free, Or whether they too were we, Or by what spell they have sped. Still we say as we go, — " Strange to think by the...That shall we know one day." What of the heart of hate That beats in thy breast, O Time ? — Red strife from the furthest prime, And anguish of fierce...

...That beats in thy breast, O time ? Red strife from the furthest prime, And anguish of fierce debate ; War that shatters her slain, And peace that grinds...eyes fixed ever in vain On the pitiless eyes of fate. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. , 35 Still we say as we go, — ' Strange to think by the way, Whatever there...

...gazing alone, To him wild shadows are shown, Deep under deep unknown, And height above unknown height. Still we say as we go, — ' Strange to think by the...Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.' " The past is over and fled ; Named new, we name it the old ; Thereof some tale hath been told, But...

...knells, Thy hope that a breath dispels, Thy bitter forlorn farewells And the empty echoes thereof? Still we say as we go, — " Strange to think by the...Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day." The sky leans dumb on the sea, Aweary with all its wings ; And oh ! the song the sea sings Is dark...

...gazing alone, To him wild shadows are shown, Deep unto deep unknown And height above unknown height. Still we say as we go — " Strange to think by the...Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day." Amid happier conditions of life he might have done more and better work, and his genius might have...

..." Speaking of things remembered, and so sit Speechless while things forgotten call to us." " We who say as we go, ' Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That we shall know one day.' " " T WOULD tell her every thing." JL It was the rector who spoke. He and Richard...

...breath dispels, Thy bitter forlorn farewells, And the empty echoes thereof? " But he goes on — " Still we say as we go, ' Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know That we shall know one day.' " He relapses into miserable self-distrust — " The sky leans dumb on the...

...3. 40 riping. See i. 3. 59. 42 mind of love ; ie loving mind; as in Rossetti's Cloud Confines— " What of the heart of love That bleeds in thy breast, O man?" Cf. " Hearts of controversy" in Julius Casar, i. 2. 109. Or of love may be, as Capell thought, an adjuration,...