...breaks the breezes from the Zuyder Zee, and the scene brings to the mind the words in " Sir Galahad :" " I leave the plain, I climb the height ; No branchy...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields." Some of the inhabitants of Zwolle are still buried in the little paradise, as the burial place attached...

...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on you that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors...

...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven...

...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven...

...crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, I leave the plain, I climb the height; No branchy...storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often...

...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. Lord Tennyson. A Thought for the Time. 213 A THOUGHT FOE THE TIME. In a drear-nighted December, Too...

...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windv fields. VI A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe...

...cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste feus and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to...

...beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, 35 And star-like mingles with the stars. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. 40 I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace,...

...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. VOL. II. G I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal...