...somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars ahine through his cypress trees ; Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth...and sense unknown, That life is ever Lord of death, THE DROWNED AT SEA. Never bronze or «lab of stone May their sepulchre denote; O'er their burial-place...

...The stars shine through his cypress-trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ; Who...ever lord of death, And love can never lose its own. Whittier. LIKE snow that falls where waters glide, Earth's pleasures fade away ; They melt in time's...

...The stars shine through his cypress treœ; Who, hopeless, lays his dead away. Nor looks to sec the breaking day — Across the mournful marbles play Who hath not learned in hours of faith, That Life is ever Lord of Death, . And Love can never lose its own !" — From "Snowboiiml." Who wrote...

...sainthood of suffering, still ever is pressing on with tuneful courage. Hear him singing, " Who harh not learned in hours of faith The truth, to flesh...unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love f^" never lose its own ? " Named among the valiant, yet more sad than heroic, was poor Heine on his...

...love and peace will dwell with you. POEMS BY MRS. MARY JONES^ CLARKE, WITH AN INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. "WHO HATH NOT LEARNED, IN HOURS OF FAITH, THE TRUTH...EVER LORD OF DEATH, AND LOVE CAN NEVER LOSE ITS OWN?" — Whittier. PREFACE. THE annexed sketch of the life and character of Mrs. Clarke is substantially...

...God of love and peace will dwell with you. POEMS MRS. MARY JONES CLARKE, INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. ' WlIO HATH NOT LEARNED, IN HOURS OF FAITH, THE TRUTH TO...EVER LORD OF DEATH, AND LOVE CAN NEVER LOSE ITS OWN?" — Whillier. PREFACE. THE annexed sketch of the life and character of Mrs. Clarke is substantially...

...dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, m hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown,...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! We sped the time with stories old, Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told, Or stammered from our school-book...

...away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned in hour of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That...ever Lord of death And Love can never lose its own. SEBASTIAN GOMEZ, OB MUEILLO'S MULATTO. The sun had but just risen, and all Seville was buried in sleep,...

...The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! ANALYSIS OF SELECTION V. Is this selection prose, or poetry ? How do they differ from each other...

...The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! ANALYSIS OF SELECTION V. Is this selection prose, or poetry ? How do they differ from each other...