...and appreciated him, and whose applause alone he sought, he had been, like his own skylark : — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was-wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not ;"[j and the beauty of his inspirations...

...and appreciated him, and whose applause alone he sought, he had been, like his own skylark : — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was-wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not ;" and the beauty of his inspirations was...

...rain of melody." Then follows that exquisite simile, where he compares the invisible singer to — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." There are many other passages not so well...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower,...

...clouds there flow :i'./. Drops so bright to see, 1.t from thy presence showers a rain of melody Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not Like a high-born maiden* In a palace tower,...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. THE SKYLARK. 55 Like a high-born maiden...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower,...

...critics, devoid of enthusiasm and inspiration, and utterly incapable of judging of the merits of — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy, with hopes and fears it heeded not." feeling of love for poetry. Many persons...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower,...

...themselves are there, and they are working up slowly (let us hope) toward a better future. Liku .1 poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy -with hopes and fears it heeded not. Now, a journalist is not a poet, and Heaven...