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...Shelley's Sky-Lark, so is our Wood Thrush, " Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing songs unbidden, 'Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." but, unfortunately, whatever of Greek taste there may be among us is so emulously expended in erecting...

...and appreciated him, and whose applause alone he sought, he had been, like his own skylark : — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was-wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not ;" and the beauty of his inspirations was...

...and appreciated him, and whose applause alone he sought, he had been, like his own skylark : — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was-wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not ;"[j and the beauty of his inspirations...

...sum up in a word, (and that his own), if any of the sons of men was himself what he described: — A Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was brought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-horn maiden In a palace tower,...

...is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the...tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour Writh music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. ' Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering...

...face, and you would not dare to look upon her insolently. ' lake a high-born maiden In a palace-tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour, With music sweet as love that overflows her bower.' So she sat, singing in low, soft tones some old air that was running in...

...is most like thee ; From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. THE SKYLARK. 55 Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour...

...critics, devoid of enthusiasm and inspiration, and utterly incapable of judging of the merits of — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...To sympathy, with hopes and fears it heeded not." feeling of love for poetry. Many persons speak, think, and write of poetry with a degree of extravagance...

...themselves are there, and they are working up slowly (let us hope) toward a better future. Liku .1 poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...wrought To sympathy -with hopes and fears it heeded not. Now, a journalist is not a poet, and Heaven knows he is far enough from being lost in a haze of thought...