...frenzied numbers tear The lingering remnants of their yellow hair." Mis. Son., PI. ii. 15. " So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-pois'd, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells...

...old cathedral, such as my favourite St. Patrick's ; — whose branching roof Self-poised, and scoped into ten thousand cells Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die, Like thoughts, whose very sweetness yieldelh proof That they were born for immortality f Independently of the grandeur and beauty of this...

...! Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deem'd the Man who fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars...( Where light and shade repose, where music dwells . .. .ii Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth...

...: high Heav'n rejects the lore Of nicely.calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching...shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wand'ring on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born...

...old Cathedral, 'such as my favourite, St. Patrick's; — whose branching roof Self-poised, and scoped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die, Like thoughts, whose very sweetness yitldeth proaf That they were born for immortality ! Independently of the grandeur and beauty of this...

...; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and...

...old cathedral, such as my favourite St. Patrick's ; — whose branching roof Self-poised, and scoped into ten thousand cells Where light and shade repose,...as loth to die, Like thoughts, whose very sweetness yielded i proof That they were born for immortality ! Independently of the grandeur and beauty of this...

...And what heart partakes not the awe of his " Beneath that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop' d into ten thousand cells Where light and shade repose,...dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ? " Read the first of these sonnets with the last — and then once more the strains that come between...

...abbey— " Once ye were holy, ye are holy still!'' And what heart partakes not the awe of his " Beneath that branching roof Self-poised, and scoop'd into...cells Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering—and wandering on as loth to die ? " Read the first of these sonnets with the last—and...

...who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped d headlong from the mountain's height, Deep in the...tide he plunged to endless night. Elegy Written i loath to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were bom for immortality....