...come and go Round with this sun-illumined lantern, held In midnight by the master of the show. And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die. Lift not your hands to it, for it for help As impotently rolls as you or I. Yesterday this day's madness...

...anywhere, — this is what he says to them: there is no help anywhere, and who will show us any goodl " And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder crawling, cooped, we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help — for It As impotently rules as you or I. With earth's first clay...

...and Toil Shall turn it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. " And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling, cooped, we live and die, Lift not your hands to it for help — for It As impotently rolls as you or I." ' Frederic Harrison...

...cloud-flakes floated as stately swans, drew many an eye to the contemplation of its loveliness, and touched many a heart with the sacred charm of beauty. On that...man could look up into the melting blue and admit such a sordid fancy into his soul. " Scientific knowledge, even in the most modest men," confesses...

...would paralyse all action. Then indeed we should have to heed the old Persian astronomer-poet — " And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder crawling, cooped, we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help, for It As impotently rolls as you and I." But the question of free-will...

...and Days ; Hither and thither moves and checks and slays, And one by one in the closet lays. " And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder, crawling, cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help — for it As impotently rolls as you or I." Another voice : " Hast...

...Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves and checks and slays, And one by one in the closet lays. " And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder, crawling, cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help — for it As impotently rolls as you or I." Another voice : " Hast...

...the face of man. We have heard in our day the mournful atheism of Fitzgerald's " Omar Khayyam " : And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help — for It As impotently moves as you or I. Here the sweetness of...

...nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. LXXH And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to // for help — for It As impotently moves as you or I. I. XXIII With Earth's...

...in bestial indulgence ! We are mere balls struck hither and thither at the will of the player. "And that inverted bowl they call the sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to // for help — for It As impotently moves as you or I." This then is the message...