...arm. II. And still she bowed herself and s-tooped Into the vast waste calm ; Till her bosom's pressure must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Alonp the bended arm. There are not a few other variations in the texts, as (Palgrave's reading is...

...people can nowadays command : — " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned...the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. " ' Circlewise sit they, with bound locks And foreheads garlanded ; Into the fine cloth white like...

...from the gold bar of heaven." " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Aloug her bended arm." It was said once by a writer anxious to make out a case against the pre-Raphaelite...

...* # " And the souls, mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. * * * # * "From the fixt hill of heaven she saw Time, like a pulse, shake fierce Through all the worlds." This is the finely imagined scenery of the poem. Her soliloquy will not bear division. She draws a...

...God, Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped, Out of the circling charm, Until her bosom must have made, The bar she leaned...From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a puhe shake fierec Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path...

...And still sh« bowed herself and stooped, Out of the circling charm. Until her bosom must have mode. The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as...From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a pulau fliafojterc* Through nil the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path...

...yet worthier of note than these. What higher imagination can be found in modern verse than this ? " From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds." This grandeur of scale and sweep of spirit give greatness of style to poetry, as well as sweetness...

...earth Spins like a fretful midge. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm. And the lilies lay a*, if asleep Along her bended arm. The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather...

...Went by her like thin llamea. " And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies laid as if asleep Along her bended arm." " When round his head the aurcole clings And he is clothed...

...than these. What higher imagination can be found in modern verse than this ? " From the fixed placo of heaven she saw Time like a. pulse shake fierce Through all the wurlds." This grandeur of scale and sweep of spirit give greatness of style to poetry, as well as sweetness...