...bestowed only with a niggardly hand on their successors ! Nature gives us no explanation of the mystery. " From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She cries — 'A thousand types are gone.' " But why or how one was taken and another left she is silent, and I believe must continue to be so,...

...and ghosts as fluttering about like birds or fairies. The poet of the nineteenth century says :— ' The spirit does but mean the breath, I know no more.' And the same thought was expressed by Cicero two thousand years ago: ' Whether the soul is air or fire,...

...and ghosts as fluttering about like birds or fairies. The poet of the nineteenth century says : — ' The spirit does but mean the breath, I know no more.' And the same thought was expressed by Cicero two thousand years ago : ' Whether the soul is air or fire,...

...and ghosts as fluttering about like birds or fairies. The poet of the nineteenth century says : — ' The spirit does but mean the breath, I know no more.' And the same thought was expressed by Cicero two thousand years ago : ' Whether the soul is air or fire,...

...and ghosts as fluttering about like birds or fairies. The poet of the nineteenth century says : — 'The spirit does but mean the breath, I know no more.' And the same thought was expressed by Cicero two thousand years ago : ' Whether the soul is air or fire,...

...intellectual serenity of Tennyson in his old age, and shook the little Christian faith that he possessed : — So careful of the type. But no ! From scarped cliff...types are gone ;• I care for nothing. All shall go I It is not the origin of things, but the utter depravity of Nature in sacrificing with criminal and...

...death are when the whole body is corrupted and dissolved. IX. — Translate into Latin Elegiacs. ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Suoh splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to...

...species, which endures until a condition of things comes round which it cannot overcome. Question Nature : "From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She cries, 'A thousand types are gone.' " In the plant, as elsewhere, matter is raised to a higher form. It becomes organized — becomes what...

...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI. "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff...no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built...

...And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. "So careful of the type ? " but no. From scarped cliff...me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit dpes but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair,...