...not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole ROUND TARLE is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world;...now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st—if indeed I go— (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion...

...one passage of many that have struck us, a portion of the words of the dying or departing Arthur : " I have lived my life, and that which I have done May...every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God." Vol. ii. p. 15. The theology of the first part of these lines we must make over to the Oxford Tracts....

...voice Rise like a fountain for them, night and day — For what are men better than sheep or goata That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing...every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God." BEMI-MONTnLY MEETINGS. The semi-monthly meetings of the club, during the year, have been kept up and...

...days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds." And slowly answer 'd Arthur from the barge : " The old order changeth,...— (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island- valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly...

...light and lustrous curls— That made his forehead like a rising sun High from the dais-throne—were parch'd with dust ; Or, clotted into points and hanging...now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest—if indeed I go— (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion...

...my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Eise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are...— (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island- valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly...

...In closing beauty, where the dew distill'd From Evening's airy urns their purple lips has chill'd. Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer....every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. TENNYSON. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! Like the vase in which roses have once...

...are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for one night and day. For what are men better than sheep...every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. HEAVENLY HARMONIES. A passage from MILTONS Paradise Lost. No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all...

...in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in met I have lived my life, and that 'which I have done,...go— (for all my mind is clouded with a doubt) to the island valley of Avilion ; where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, nor ever wind blows loudly:...

...my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Eise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are...now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest—if indeed I go— (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion...