...been a poet according to the grand definition of the greatest poet among ourselves : — ' Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.' It could not be otherwise with a man who, like Arndt, was thoroughly in earnest ; and unquestionably...

...DRESS 186 THE MILLER OF THE DEE 188 MARINER'S HYMN 189 THE WATER GABIES 191 A QUAKER WOMAN'S SERMON 192 The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dowered with the hate of hate, The scorn of scorn, the love of love. —TEXKTSOK. How sweet the chime...

...immortality Die in their hearts for the love of me." " The Poet," also, offers some good stanzas : — " The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love." Excited, we dare not say inspired,...

...springing from earth" — high thought — voluntarily moving harmonious numbers. His " Poet" is " dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love," and his words " shake the world." The author, when he wrote " The Poet," was fn>sh from school, and...

...moonlight or flashed in the sun. Why did he not carry out the fine conception of ' The Poet ' : — ' Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love, » * * * * And bravely furnished all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth, To throng with stately...

...— the melancholy adepts of the new poetic creed may boldly affect, like Tennyson, ' To be dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.' We shall not now oppose the eternal laws of good taste to these transitory successes of universal genius....

...an exquisite melody of versification, that remind us of some of the happiest efforts of Shelley. " The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars...hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the Everlasting...

...and cold, And other than his form of creed, With chisell'd features clear and sleek. THE POET. THK poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars...hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting...

...dispassionate, and cold, And other than his form of creed, With chisell'd features clear and sleek. THE POET. THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars...hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro' his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting...

...sincerity. Ever prompt for generous toil, He won for himself from the world Only the poet's dowry, " The hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love !" After all that has been said and done the world knows little — can know little — of the true...