...placed alongside of those striking lines of " Hyperion :" " But oh ! how unlike marble was that fnce : How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self." The first and second lays, however, will occupy as much space as we nre willing to allow, and probably...

...expression that follows is again exquisite ; and we return to the passion, die genius of the poem : "How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more...beauty's self! There was a listening fear in her regard, Ae if calamity had but begun; Ae if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the...

...beautiful than Beauty'» selfThere wos a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had hut begnn ; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their...malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder laboring upOne hand she press'd upon that aching efet Where beats the human heart, as if just thftf....

...have another presentiment, too — that I'll take rooms in college the next board day." CHAPTER V. How beautiful ! if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than beauty's self. KEATS. SLOWLY and stupidly, I sat down on the following day to the study of the college classbook on...

...palace court, When sages looked to Egypt for their lore But oh ! how unlike marble was that face : How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more...self. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if cnlamity had but begun ; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen...

...palace court, When sages looked to Egypt for their lore. But oh ! how unlike marble was that face : How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more...malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder laboring up. One hand she pressed upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there,...

...Even pity scarce can wish it less. BYBON. BEAUTY IN WOMEN. But oh ! how unlike marble was that face : How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more...sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. REATS. ANALOGIES. Mortal ! all the world is mirror'd in that restless heart of thine ; Seas of sorrow...

...Surpaffing wan Moneta by the head, And in her forrow nearer woman's tears.1 [There was a lift'ning fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun ; As if the venom'd clouds of evil days Had ipent their malice, and the fullen rear Was with its ftored thunder...

...Surpafiing wan Moneta by the head, And in her forrow nearer woman's tears.1 [There was a lift'ning fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun ; As if the venom'd clouds of evil days Had fpent their malice, and the fullen rear Was with its ftored thunder...

...brightness. She was pale and ghost-like, with thin, spiritual lips, and earnest but melancholy eyes. ' How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than beauty's self.' I took from my pocket a letter. It was the fatal letter from England, telling me of my cousin's death....