...sura, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbor, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall...bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning! TO CHARLES LLOYD, AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR. AI.ONE, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing,...

...moods. I cannot refrain from the luxury of quoting the conclusion, though many readers have it by heart. 'My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that could not go away, A sweet forewarning ?" The following letters were written to Manning, at Paris,...

...I cannot refrain from the luxury of quoting the conclusion, though many readers have it by heart. " My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that could not go away, A sweet forewarning ?" The following letters were written to Manning, at Paris,...

...hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To thut unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore....upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore -warning ? WAS it some sweet device of faery That mocked my steps with many a lonely glade, And...

...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could uot Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck u bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore- warning ? WAS it some sweet device...

...is hard to hind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighhour, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore. Some summer morning, WAS it some sweet device of faery That mocked my steps with many a lonely glade, And fancied wanderings...

...reader's attention. He stops to read them again and again, and dwell on their singular sweetness : " My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go awaT, A sweet forewarning ?" Sometimes in his sonnets the reader finds a broad, deep thought expressed...

...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to hind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning ? SONNETS. WAS it some sweet device of faery That mocked my steps with many a lonely glade, And fancied...

...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore- warning? SCOTLAND has the honour of giving birth to this illustrious poet of the nineteenth century....

...mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown...Shall we not meet as heretofore, Some summer morning, SC>>TLJUID has the honour of giving hirth to this illustrious poet of the mueteenth century. Thomas...