The poem is indeed an illustration of Coleridge's lines in his ode Dejection: "O Lady, we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live, Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud.

Far away Seems to-day The clamorous world of work and play; Ours indeed A different creed From that of the modern god of Speed, Whose converts suffer such grievous waste In strenuous labor and feverish haste!

"You would hardly find in any family like ours a child with so irritable a temper or a disposition so selfish, and nowhere a creature so hardly treated by Nature in body as well as mind.

"Ours was the task of hewing and carting them firewood to the barracks," continued the petition, complaining of the way the Virginians had imposed on the submissiveness and docility of the inhabitants, "ours the drudgery of raising vegetables which we did not eat, poultry for their kitchen, cattle for the diversion of their marksmen.

We rest in peace where his sad eyes Saw peril, strife, and pain; His was the awful sacrifice, And ours the priceless gain.

Our union is above All earthly unions, ours those heights serene Where Love alone is Heav'n and Heav'n is Love Where never comes the world's harsh breath between Hope's fruits and flow'rs.

"All gone! 'tis ours the goodly land Look roundthe heritage behold; Go forthupon the mountain stand; Then, if you can, be cold.

There are two outlets which enter the Rackett, half a mile apart, down the right hand one of which the Doctor and Smith's course lay, and ours down the left.

Hers some immortal's, ours some hero's praise, Heaven is her theme, as heavenly was her birth: We, of earth earthy, sing the sons of earth.

The civil war which ours most resembles is that which was waged in England a little more than two centuries ago, and which is known in English history as "The Great Civil War," though in fact it was but a small affair, if we compare it with that which took place nearly two centuries earlier than Cromwell's time,the so-called Wars of the Roses.

In a nation like ours this popular sovereignty and squatter sovereignty have already wrought a change in the public mind to the extent I have stated.

O Child, they rob us of our own, Child of my Mighty One outworn: Ours, ours thou art!Can aught be done Of deeds, can aught of pain be borne, To aid thee?Lo, this beaten head, This bleeding bosom!

Or, is it not possible that the converse may be true, and that Marcion's Gospel was the original and ours an interpolated version?

In the evening the Bramble parted company, her present destination being Port Stephens, for the purpose of running a meridian distance, and ours Moreton Bay.