...Remembered like a tale that's told, They pass away. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly...There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the sou of pride Lie calm and still. I will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song, The...

...round for consolation. He says, in his grief, Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ; Thither all earthly...Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursuers its way, And tinkling rill. s These poems, some of them too free for ff. 131-139, 176, 180,...

...243, 245. the notions of his Church, are in the Can- A few are also in the " Cancionero de BurThere all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. The same tone is heard, though somewhat softened, when he touches on the days of his youth and of the...

...rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! LIFE COMPARED TO A RIVER. Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed...poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. AND see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun ; Sometimes swift, sometimes...

...Remembered like a tale that's told They pass away. (iur lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly...Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thy pilgrimage begins in tears, And ends in bitter doubts and fears, Or dark despair; Midway so many...

...repugnant to our Art instincts as it is still more to be condemned by a higher sentiment. The place where " All are equal side by side ; The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still," should show no evidence of exclusive social position, and if true Art and good taste were observed...

...sweetly sleep Low in the ground. Jamee Montgomery. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathom'd, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast .Roll, to be swallow d up and lost GRAVE — continued. I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls The burial-ground,...

...Remembered like a tale that's told They pass away. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly...poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. 1 will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song, The deathless few ; Fiction entices...

...nnfathonied, honndless sea, The silent grave! Thither all earthiy pomp and hoast lloll, to he swallowсd np and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the hrook pnrsnes its way, And tinkling rill. There nil are eqnal. Side hy side The poor man and the son...

...only one book, and at one place we read— " Our lives are rivers, rolling free To that unfathom'd, boundless sea, The silent grave. Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallow'd up and lost In one dark wave." Turning over the leaves, in another place we come upon—...