...as she read with her clear, musical voice some well -remembered lay of Some humble poet, Whose song? gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or (ears from the eyelids start. Who, through long days of Iul<our, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard...

...poem. Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall sooth this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavours — And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gush from his...

...poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour, And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet Whose songs gushed from his heart...

...feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart,...

...poems in another mood of mind, they may appear too tame, uniform, and gentle ; for they come, — " Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards...distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time " ; — but, " from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds...

...restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the hards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the...of time. For, like strains of martial music* Their murhty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And tO'iught 1 long for rest. Read from...

...Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his...

...sunshine with the shade.'' 1847.] Nine New Poets. Mr. Longfellow asks his I;ul y-love lo read to him. " Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards...Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of lime." This is pretty and musical, and conveys rather :i striking image: Mr. Head thus appropriates...

...vibrating, like the sunshine with the shadfe." Mr. Longfellow asks his lady-love to read lo him. " Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, "Whose distant footsteps echo Through ihe corridors of liune." This is pretty and musical, and conveys rather a striking image ; Mr. Read...

...endless toil and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humble poet, Whose songs gush'd from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids »tart; Who, through long days of labour, And -nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music...