...the valley, come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold, he, Orhand in hand with Plentyinthe maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, Or...innumerable bees." So she low-toned; while with shut eyes 1 lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labor'd ; and...

...falling showers." "Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet, Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." These effects, which the Laureate employs with such variation and continuance that the resultant style...

...sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, -M The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Ibid. Canto vii. Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in...

...find him ; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spurted purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Tennyson. NORTH WIND. LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing...

...every sound, Sweetorthy voice, hut every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro1 thelawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring...shut eyes (I lay Listening; then look'd. Pale was the per(fectface; The bosom with long sighs labour'd; and (meek Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous...

...day of summer in a park-like English garden, ha^ not echoed Mr. Tennysoa's most musical couplet : " The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." \ If Keats had lived out a full life, instead of gaining in early manhood "a grave among the eternal,"...

...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. THE GOLDEN YEAR. i"E sleep and wake and sleep, but all things move ; The Sun flies forward to his brother...

...Take, for example, two lines, which are as rich in melody as any that Mr. Tennyson has written — ' ' The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." Take from Poe's Raven this fine example of onomatopoeia : — "But the silken sad uncertain rustling...

...Stateliest, for thee ! but mute she glided forth, Nor glanced behind her, and I sank and slept, FilI'd thro' and thro' with Love, a happy sleep. Deep in...innumerable bees.' So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes Hay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labour'd ; and meek...

...sparkling spire ; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou dowr And find him ; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. 'RING OUT, WILD BELLS.' ING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light The...