...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...

...old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, 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...

...like strains of martial music. 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 heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start. Who through...

...of martial music* Their murhty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And tO'iught 1 long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose...nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the mu^ic Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like...

...Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time " ; — but, " from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or team from the eyelids start ; " Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still beard...

...old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time. For, like strains of martial music, 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,...

...old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time. For, like strains of martial music, 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...

...old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, 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...

...poetry shall charm mankind, His flowing numbers will admirers find. 33. Whose song gush'd from his beart As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start. HW LONGFELLOW. POETRY. — (See POET.) POLITENESS. — (See ETIQUETTE.) POLITICS. 1. A politician,...

...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...