...His books were rivers, woods, and skies, The meadow, and the moor; His teachers were the torn hearts' wail, The tyrant, and the slave, The street, the factory, the jail, The palace—and the grave ! The meanest thing, earth's feeblest worm, He feafd to scorn or hate; And honour'd...

...the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary" ! JOHN GREE.NLEAF WHITTIER. BURNS. A POErs EPITAPH. STOP, mortal ! Here thy brother lies, —...the factory, the jail, The palace, — and the grave ! Sin met thy brother everywhere ! And is thy brother blamed? .From passion, danger, doubt, and care...

...time hath long been knelling — Sad one, depart ! WILLIAM Мотвч A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, mortal 1 Here thy brother lies — The poet of the poor. His...the factory, the jail, The palace — and the grave! Sin met thy brother every where! And is thy brother blamed? From passion, danger, doubt, and care,...

...Behind, before, above, below, They rouse the brave ; Where'er they go, they make a foe, Or find a grave. A POET'S EPITAPH. Stop, Mortal ! Here thy brother...meadow, and the moor ; His teachers were the torn hearts' wail, The tyrant and the slave, The street, the factory, the jail, The palace — and the grave...

...Behind, before, above, below, They rouse the brave ; Where'er they go, they make a foe, Or find a grave. A POET'S EPITAPH. Stop, Mortal ! Here thy brother...meadow, and the moor ; His teachers were the torn hearts' wail, The tyrant and the slave, The street, the factory, the jail, The palace — and the grave...

...leaf, Nor wind, uor cloud, nor wave ; And will he waste the hope which grief Hath planted in the grave? A POET'S EPITAPH. Stop, Mortal ! Here thy brother...heart's wail, The tyrant, and the slave, The street, the factor}-, the jail, The palace — and the grave ! Sin met thy brother everywhere ! And is thy brother...

...And sometimes chafed to foam. O'er slack and deep, by wood and steep, He sought his heavenly home. A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal! Here thy brother lies,...were the torn heart's wail, The tyrant and the slave, Tin- street, the factory, the jail, The palace — and the grave ! Sin met thy brother every where!...

...Behind, before, above, below, They rouse the brave ; Where'er they go, they make a foe, Or find a grave. A POET'S EPITAPH. Stop, Mortal ! Here thy brother...meadow, and the moor ; His teachers were the torn hearts' wail, The tyrant and the slave, The street, the factory, the jail, The palace — and the grave...

...ascetic home and defective education, nature not only spoke to his senses, but worked within him, — His books were rivers, woods, and skies, The meadow and the moor. In all his sentiments and sympathies, from first to last, he was emphatically one of the people, illustrating...

...ascetic home and defective education, nature not only spoke to his senses, but worked within him, — His books were rivers, woods, and skies, The meadow and the moor. In all his sentiments and sympathies, from first to last, he was emphatically one of the people, illustrating...