...every breath, and to have those feelings of which a mother's fondness only can tell ; There is none Iu all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep,...strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's breast.^ Thus occupied, the soft-winged hours soon fled away, and the increasing beauty of every picture...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, saveXhat within A mother's heart. It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth...

...125.) We add another singularly pleasing passage, which would do credit to any of our living poets : ' There is none, In all this cold and hollow world,...Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within ! To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, A mother's heart. — It is but pride, wherewith Watching...

...modem poetry. -• There is none, In this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deatbless love, save that within A mother's heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...mother's heart — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Ay, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...

...And there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in—and 'tis mockery all! —A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.—It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth....

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...thirst that semblance kindled ! — There is none, lt\ all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's...

...there are faces, skilful to put on The look we trust in — and 'tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear...heart. — It is but pride, wherewith To his fair son the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Ay, on the boy he looks, The bright glad creature...