...its meaning. But in his descriptions of the loveliness of nature, there is sometimes great beauty. The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all...earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day ; we may resume The march of our existence. There are few passages in poetry more richly colored than...

...But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword. XCVIH. The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all...clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb,— And glowing into day: we may resume The ma re 11 of our existence: and thus I,...

...meaning. But in his descriptions of the loveliness of nature, there is sometimes great beauty. — The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all...earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day ; we may resume The march of our existence. * . There are few passages in poetry more richly coloured...

...The lines to which we allude, form the commencement of the XCVIII. stanza of the same Canto. (III.) The Morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all...with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained tu) tomb ! The idea in the last line is at once sublime and affecting — while the thought is altogether...

...The lines to which we allude, form the commencement of the XCVIII. stanza of the same Canto. (III.) The Morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all...clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd ito tomb ! The idea in the last line is at once sublime and affecting—while the thought...

...speak ; But us it is, I lit e and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword. 1 ns if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day: we may resume The march of nur existence:...

...toddy, with which he had proceeded to correct the coldness and rawness of the port. " The morn was up again — the dewy morn, — with breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom," &c. ; — the very desert smiled under the influence of a bright sun ; and the showers of the night...

...But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword. XCVIII. The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and w ith check all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd...

...therefore ixmnd to assert a priority of claim. WH A POET'S THOUGHTS THE INTERMENT OF LORD BYRON. " The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all...clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth possessed no tomb." So to wild winds, and to the wilder boom Of billows, sang the immortal, wayward...

...But as it is, I live and die unheard. With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword. XCYIII The morn is up again, the dewy morn. With breath all incense, and with chcrk all lilnnm, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And Iniug as if earth coutaiu'd no tomb,...