...be decreed; Shall meet the Father face to face, And need no more u hiding-place. HE ON A SKULL. Loor on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers...eyeless hole, The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passions hot that never brook'd control. Can all saint, sage, or sophist, ever writ, People this lonely...

...disdain« her shatter d cell ! VÏ. Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, It« chambers desoíale, and portals foul : Yes, this was once ambition's airy...thought, the palace of the soul : Behold through each lack-hiMre, eyeless hole. The gay recess of wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, lhat never brook'd...

...name, that the cup retains all the terrific appearances of a death's head, and imagine that they could Behold through each lack-lustre eyeless hole The gay recess of wisdom and of wit. Not at all ; there is nothing whatever startling in it. It is well polished, its edge is bound by a...

...dwell ? Why e'en the worm at last disdains her shattered cell ! VI. Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...of Wisdom and of Wit And Passion's host, that never brooked control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement...

...avec attention, et. plus maître de «noi , je l'apostrophai de ces vers de Childè-Harold: '. ' (1) Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall The dome of thought, the palace of the soûl. Lorsque rn.es doigts se crispèrent, mon sang se figea: uu réseau de fer saisit tous mes muscles!......

...avec attention, et , plus maître de moi , je l'apostrophai de ces vers de Childe-Harold(I). Yes rthis was once ambition's ai'ry hall The dome of thought, the palace of the soûl. Lorsque mes doigts se crispèrent, mon sang sa figea; un rese.au de fer saisit tous mes muscles...

...dwell ? Why, even the worm at last disdains her shattered cell ! Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never brooked control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement...

...that a temple where a god may dwell ? Why even the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell? w. Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once amhition's airy hall, The dome of thought, the palace of the soul: Behold through each lack-lustre,...

...dwell! Why, ev'n the worm at last disdains her shattered ceJ' ! Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brooked control. Can all, saint, suge, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement...

...was once ambition's airy hall ; (it was} the dome of thought, the palace of the soul. Behold thou, through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, the gay recess of wisdom and of wit, and passion's host, which never brooked control. Can all the works which saints, or sages, or sophists have ever written,...