...And murmuring of innumerable bees. Charles Eingaley praises these three lines highly, AS he well may. The island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail, or rain, or any mow. ' The Pasting of Arthur. ' Some full-breasted twan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Huffles...

...Comfort thyself, what comfort is in me'!... If thou nhouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. I am going a long way... To the island-valley of Avilion... Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." The poet in this idyll has kept close to the prose story, and...