...readers to O'Brien, in Marryat's Peter Simple. But let us hear the poet himself: — Lean'd on his gate, he gazes : tears Are in his eyes, and in his ears...unroll, A placid and continuous whole ; That general Lite which does not cease, Whose secret is not joy, but peace ; That Life, whose dumb wish is not miss'd...

...wet, flowered grass heaves up its head. Leaned on his gate, he gazes — tears Are in his eyes, aud in his ears The murmur of a thousand years. Before...things subsist: The life of plants, and stones, and tain, The life he craves — if not in vain Fate gave, what chance shall not control, His sad lucidity...

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...sorrows of life, philosophy is able to furnish them with strength to bear it — Lean'd on his gate, he gazes— tears Are in his eyes, and in his ears The murmur of a thousand years. * ISefore him he sees life unroll, A placid and continuous whole — That general life, which does...

...Klarheit."2) *) Essays in Criticism, Second Series: The Study of Poctry p. 12. 2) Before him he sees lifo unroll A placid and continuous whole — That general...does not cease, Whose secret is not joy but peace, Doch, kann man einwenden, die Zigeuner sind weniger, der Dichter mehr als ein Mensch. Er überspringt...

...the dewy field, the evening beauty of the hills, with a sense of immeasurable change— 'Tears Were in his eyes, and in his ears The murmur of a thousand years.' able hope. But what of that ? Were they not together, alone, practically, in these blessed solitudes?...

...the dewy field, the evening beauty of the hills, with a sense of immeasurable change — 'Tears Were in his eyes, and in his ears The murmur of a thousand years.' He felt himself knit to his kind, to his race, as he had never felt before. It was as though, after...

...the dewy field, the evening beauty of the hills, with a sense of immeasurable change : — Tears Were in his eyes, and in his ears The murmur of a thousand years. He felt himself knit to his kind, to his race, as he had never felt before. It was as though, after...

...poems he defined the function of the poet: — .... Tears Are in his eyes, and in his ears The murmurs of a thousand years ; Before him he sees Life unroll,...does not cease, Whose secret is not joy, but peace ; .... The Life he craves ; if not in vain Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity...

...— Slowly, behind his heavy tread, The wet, flower'd grass heaves up its head. Lean'd on his gate, he gazes --tears Are in his eyes, and in his ears...continuous whole — That general life, which does not ccasr, That life, whose dumb wish is not miss'd If birth proceeds, if things subsist ; The life of...