...to eky." In the " Palace of Art " we have these picturesque lines : — " A still salt pool locked in with bars of sand Left on the shore, that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward irom the land Their moon-led waters white." There we see our coast at low water, with its shallow creeks...

...Or power of movement, seem'd my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left...backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd not, but stood, .and standing saw The hollow orb of...

...Or power of movement, seem'd my soul, Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand; Left...backward from the (land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd not, hut stood, and standing saw The hollow orb of...

...picturing a scene, and of using it to intensify the impression of a certain emotional situation — ' A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand, Left...backward from the land Their moon-led waters white.' Is there in poetry any image of desolateness more impressive than that ? It is tempting to linger over...

...Or power of movement, seem'd my soul, "Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand, Left...backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd not, but stood, and standing saw The hollow orb of...

...seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt-pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears...backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance Joined not, but stood, and standing saw The hollow orb of...

...power of movement, seem'd my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite, Making for one sure goal. A still, salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ;...backward from the land Their moon-led waters white." lingering summer seemed suddenly to have taken farewell, and gone with the sailor-lad to the Southern...

...Or power of movement, seem'd my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand; Left...backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd not, but stood, and standing saw The hollow orb of...

...Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with hars of sand; Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw hackward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd...

...in white and sepia, or grey and silver : — " A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Upon the shore, that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-lit waters white." IV. — No true poet is without a fourth, and allied quality, which Richard...