...early days, lives on through silent years, Nor ever shines, but in the hour of sorrow, When it shews brightest — like the trembling light Of a pale sunbeam,...face Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare. DEATH UNDER VARIOUS ASPECTS. Did'st ever look upon the dead ? Full oft ; and in each calm or frightful...

...the hour of sorrow, When it shows hrightest — like the tremhling light Of a pale sunheam, hreaking o'er the face Of the wild waters in their hour of...trust, in such an hour, I had not said e'en this, hut for the hope That when the voice of victory is heard From the far Tuscan valleys, in its swell...

...another sentiment from one of the poets seemed nearer the truth, and more natural : — " There is a love which, born In early days, lives on through...face Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare." Petrarch received the poetic crown of laurels in the capitol of Rome, in the year 1341, a few years...

...look ; The Venus rose from out the deep Of those inspiring eyes. Buluxr's Poems. There's a love whieh, born In early days, lives on through silent years,...sorrow, When it shows brightest — like the trembling hght Of a pale sunbeam breaking o'er the faee Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare. Franees...

...in that look ; The Venus rose from out the deep Of those inspiring eyes. There's a love whieh, bora In early days, lives on through silent years, Nor...sorrow, When it shows brightest — like the trembling M Of a pale sunbeam breaking o'er the face Of the wild waters in their hour of worbre. Franees Kemble...

...look ; The Venus rose from out the deep Of those inspiring eyes. Buherr's Poems. There's a love whieh, born In early days, lives on through silent years,...trembling light Of a pale sunbeam breaking o'er the faee Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare. Franea Kemble Butler — Franea I The sweetest joy,...

...pleasant streams and pastures by, Still pointing to a better land Of bliss beyond the sky I WH BURLWOH. There's a love which, born In early days, lives on...face Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare. MRS. BUTLEE. How say ye, "We loved once," Blasphemers ? Is your earth not cold enow, Mourners, without...

...like close-knit fibres round my heart, Never to sever thence till my heart break. Early Love. .... There's a love, which, born In early days, lives on...face Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare. The Sacredness of firtuvus Women. .... I marvel At those who do not feel the majesty — By Heaven...

...friendship, to recant his errors while there was yet time, and while man had power to aid him. " There is a love which, born In early days, lives on through...face Of the wild waters in their hour of warfare." But Cranmer for the time was firm ; and now, arrayed in a layman's threadbare gown and greasy cap,...