...of Cyprus," addressed to her master in after years, may be taken for the legend of the picture : " And I think of those long mornings, Which my thought...While a girlish voice was reading Somewhat low for u«"s and oi\" Aside from repeated indications in her other writing, this graceful poem shows the liberal...

...dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thoughts go far to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn...: Past the pane the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep's-bells tinkling noise, While a girlish voice was reading, Somewhat low for cus and ots. Then,...

...in her " Wine of Cyprus " she draws such a picture of their intercourse as one cannot forget : — And I think of those long mornings Which my thought goes far to seek, When, between the folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek : Past the pane the mountain spreading,...

...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...: Past the pane the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep's-bells tinkling noise, While a girlish voice was reading, Somewhat low for <us and ois. Then,...

...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek 4 Past the pane the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep's-bells tinkling noise, While a girlish voice...

...friend to whom she was accustomed to read, are enumerated the authors whom they studied together — "And I think of those long mornings Which my Thought...voice was reading, Somewhat low for ai's and oi's. " Oh, our ^schylus, the thunderous ! How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it...

...friend to whom she was accustomed to read, are enumerated the authors whom they studied together — " And I think of those long mornings Which my Thought...voice was reading, Somewhat low for ai's and oi's. " Oh, our ^Eschylus, the thunderous ! How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it...

...Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Ha' lades of mv heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...tinkling noise, While a girlish voice was reading Somewliat low for ms and ois. Then what golden hours were for us ! While we sate together thore; How...

...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprian wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my Thought...Then what golden hours were for us ! — While we sate together there, How the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! How the cothurns...

...Cyprus," addressed to her master in after years, may be taken for the legend of the picture : — " And I think of those long mornings, Which my Thought...folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Hugh Stuart Boyd. 1782-1848. Her portrait in Miss Mit/ortfs" Recollections of a Literary Life." r 120...