...sex the proportion of virtue and happiness is greater in Germany than in England. On the contrary — -In every land I SAW, wherever light illumineth, Beauty...walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. In every land I thought that, mote at les», The stronger, sterner nature overbore The softer, uncontroll'd...

...greater in Germany than in England. On the contrary — In every land I saw, wherever light illnmineth, Beauty and anguish walking, hand in hand, The downward slope to death. In every land I thought that, more or less, The stronger, sterner nature overbore The softer, uncontroll'd...

...wherever light illumineth, Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. V. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And T heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong. And trumpets blown for wars ; TI. And clattering flints...

...somewhat extended poem, " A Dream of Fair Women," while it aims at the pathetic purpose of exhibiting " Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand The downward slope to death," is obliged, by the necessities of its machinery, to strike the same monotonous chord of somnambulism...

...as strong gales Hold swollen clouds from raining, though my heart, Brimful of those wild tales, Iv. Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every land I...walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. v. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard...

...query at once recalls to me Tennyson's — ". . . In even- land I saw, wherever light illuminetli, Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand The downward slope to death." (A Dream of Fair Women.) Surely nobody can read Dan Chaucer's " Legend of Good Women " without thus...

...wherever light illumineth, Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. v. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled...insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars ; TL And clattering flints batter'd with clanging hoofs : And I saw crowds in column'd sanctuaries...

...walking. Thus, Shakspeare says that " Poverty walks, like contempt, alone." And Tennyson describes " Beauty and anguish walking, hand in hand, The downward slope to death." Hunt, who has a vein of natural epicurism in his tastes, wisely advocates a country residence within...

...still. in. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Held me above the subject, as strong gales IV. Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every land I...walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. v. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard...

...extract a few verses from the last-mentioned poem, a work abounding in rich and subtle fancies : — Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled...insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars. * * * » At length I saw a lady within call, Stiller than chiseled marble, standing there-- A daughter...