...on, play on, for then (who knows ?) Ye who play here may here repose. Ah ! what avails the sceptered race ! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue,...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH. Friends, hear the words my wandering thoughts would...

...on, play on, for then (who knows?) Ye who play here may here repose. Ah ! what avails the sceptered race ! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue,...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH. Friends, hear the words my wandering thoughts would...

...the little elegy, " carved as it were in ivory or in gems," which in its later form became famous:— Ah, what avails the sceptred race ? Ah, what the form...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Just, natural, simple, severely and at the same time hauntingly melodious, however baldly or stoically...

...golden path of rays. And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest! |ios.e ^ THOMAS MOORE. tH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the form...these wakeful eyes May weep but never see, A night of memory and sighs I consecrate to thee. WS LANDOR. AAKPTOEN FEAA2A2A. ne quaesieris sociem cur carmina...

...on, play on, for then (who knows ?) Yc who play here may here repose. Ah ! what avails the sceptered race ! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue,...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH. Friends, hear the words my wandering thoughts would...

...of great beauty : " Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every beauty, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer,...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." III. The Concord between images and sound. The nature and importance of this concord may perhaps be...

...AYLMER. Ah, what avails the sceptred race T Ah, what the form divine f What every virtue, every grace T thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice DEATH. Death stands above me, whispering low I kuow not what into my ear: Of his strange language all...

...— Ah, what avails the sceptred race ? Ah, what the form divine ? What, every virtue, every graco ? Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Just, natural, simple, severely and at the same time hauntingly melodious, however baldly or stoically...

...every virtue, every grace ? • Rose Aylmer, all were thine. " Rose Ayhner, whom these wakeful cyea May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." Just, natural, simple, severely and at the same time hauntingly melodious, however baldly or stoically...

...grave; Her noble name she never changed, Nor was her nobler heart estranged. CCLXXIII.—ROSE AVLMER. Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. CCLXXIV.—TO js Many may yet recall the hours That saw thy lover's chosen flowers Nodding and dancing...