There is scarcely a rock or mountain summit, a stream or tarn, or even a well, a grove, or forest-side in all that neighbourhood, which is not imperishably identified with this poet, who at once interpreted them as they had never been interpreted before, and added the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

It did not occur to them that a hundred kings and ten thousand merchants and priests might have left the stories of their conquests or contracts or liturgies, unrotted in the wet soil, imperishably preserved to be the record of commerce and empires as old and as great as those of Egypt, but far deeper covered with oblivion.

We might say, then, that Homer begins the whole business of epic, imperishably fixes its type and, in a way that can never be questioned, declares its artistic purpose; Virgil perfects the type; and Milton perfects the purpose.

It was but an accidentLord Grey's objection to Palmerston at the Foreign Officewhich prevented the name of Lord John Russell from being linked with those of Cobden and Bright, and imperishably associated with both the great measures of the nineteenth century.

The name of that famous hill had been written imperishably in history.

His sword has now carved it imperishably on the key-stone of the new state's triumphal arch," said Philip Alston.

[***] As the dawn brightened we saw on the southern horizon a cloud-like island, also imperishably connected with the name of the latterthe prison-kingdom of Elba!

Her tragedy had marked it imperishably upon the tissue of his life, with Beethoven's Andante movement for the key.

With no less devotion did the lad regard all the souvenirs of glory that adorned his housewreaths of golden leaves, silver cups, nude marble statuettes, placques of different metals upon plush backgrounds on which glistened imperishably the name of the poet Labarta.

By linking Himself imperishably with these commonest elements of life, Christ makes it impossible to forget Him.

20 Nay, but something of thy love, Passion, tenderness, and joy, Some strange magic of thy beauty, Some sweet pathos of thy tears, Must imperishably cling 25 To the cadence of the words, Like a spell of lost enchantments Laid upon the hearts of men.