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...and careful study they may be derived), of a system. We would rather say with Shelley — "Thou art R poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy wilh hopes and fears it headed not." Let me not here be misunderstood. When I speak of Tennyson as...

...worked, and dreamt, and cherished hope, — "Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing songs unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." The rich harvest of rabbinical stories that survive can be traced to rabbinical buoyancy. It is a quality...

...rather say with Shelley — " Thon art a poet hiillen In the light of thought, Sinking hjmr s unhidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." Let me not here be misunderstood. When I speak of Tennyson as free from the restraints of rules, I...

...the author of these effusions ? . " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unhidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." We have let the poet speak for himself, not being ourselves well able to appreciate his " unbidden...

...described: —A Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was brought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like...tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour AVith music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Deep indeed is the thankfulness, devout the reverence...

...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. " What thou art we know not. What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody." Then follows that exquisite simile, where he compares the invisible singer to — " A poet hidden In...

...Shelley's Sky-Lark, so is our Wood Thrush, " Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing songs unbidden, 'Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not." but, unfortunately, whatever of Greek taste there may be among us is so emulously expended in erecting...

...sum up in a word, (and that his own), if any of the sons of men was himself what he described: — A Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world was brought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-horn maiden In a palace tower,...

...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...