One must believe it once throbbed in him: we have his poems for that, and a poem cannot lie; but it is hard to think that it could still keep on its young beating beneath such a choking pressure of convention, and in an air so 'sunken from the healthy breath of morn.'

One felt that if the machine had been connected by wireless telegraphy with the Stock Exchange, the leading studios and the Houses of Parliament, and if a little restaurant had been constructed in the rear, Mr. Oxford might never have been under the necessity of leaving the car; that he might have passed all his days in it from morn to latest eve.

It was beset and infested by journalists of several nationalities from morn till night.

All through the win-ter, long and cold, Dear Minnie ev-ery morn-ing fed The little spar-rows, pert and bold, And ro-bins, with their breasts so red.

But one sad morn, when Minnie came, Her pre-ci-ous lit-tle pet she found, Not hop-ping, when she call-ed his name, But ly-ing dead up-on the ground.

They do not sow, nor reap the corn, Gar-ner nor barn have they; God gives them break-fast every morn, And feeds them through the day.

Oh, who could there be More mer-ry than we, On this bright har-vest morn.

Anne and Jane will long re-mem-her How, one morn-ing in No-vem-ber, As they both were home-ward stroll-ing, Round the Lon-don fog came roll-ing First, a yel-low dark-ness fall-ing, Then a noise of link-boys call-ing, Cab, and 'bus, and cart-wheels rum-bling, Hor-ses on the pave-ment stum-bling, Peo-ple, in the smoke and smo-ther, Run-ning up a-gainst each other, No one see-ing, much less know-ing, Whi-ther he or she was go-ing.

Thus was the first Day Ev'n and Morn Nor past uncelebrated nor unsung By the Celestial Quires, when Orient Light Exhaling first from Darkness they beheld; Birth-day of Heavn and Earth!

THE DAY OF THE LORD The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand: Its storms roll up the sky: The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the Day of the Lord at hand.

The guards are crouching underneath the rock; The lights are fading in the town below, Around the cottage which this morn was ours.

To grace, perchance, a fairer morn In mightier lands beyond the sea, While honour falls to such as we From hearts of heroes yet unborn, Who in the light of fuller day, Of purer science, holier laws, Bless us, faint heralds of their cause, Dim beacons of their glorious way.

I'm off at eight to-morrow morn, To bring such fishes back! Eversley, April 1, 1856.

His gorgeous style is like "another morn risen on mid-noon."

He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve He hath a cushion plump: 520 It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump.

He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

" These words Sir Leoline first said, When he rose and found his lady dead: 335 These words Sir Leoline will say Many a morn to his dying day!

Cheeks as soft and finely hued As the fleecy cloud imbued With the roseate tint of morn Ere the golden sun is born: Lips that like a rose-hedge curl, Guarding well the gates of pearl, What care I for pearly gate?

He was not far from twenty years of age, when, on a fair summer's morn, he went in his little canoe to spend the day in fishing.

You promised true, for on the harvest morn, Behold a reaper strode across the field, And man of woman born Was gathered in as corn.

But in their deep and freezing sleep, Clasped rigid to each other, In dreams they cried, "the bright morn breaks, Home!

All hail the bright, the rosy morn, The first of blushing May, While fragrant flowers the fields adorn.

Morn of triumph.

R85972. SEE Morn of triumph.

O radiant morn.

Mourn, mourn, pettifoggers, ye venal crew, And you, minor poets, woe, woe is to you!

Mourn, mourn, pettifoggers, ye venal crew, And you, minor poets, woe, woe is to you!

[Footnote 3: On his attaining to nirvâna, Sâkyamuni became the Buddha, and had no longer to mourn his being within the circle of transmigration, and could rejoice in an absolute freedom from passion, and a perfect purity.

Adelaide was mourned by some one as I, for all my remorse, could never mourn her.

Broken through the upper part of the stem, the listless flower drooped its petals towards the earth, and seemed to mourn their chastity, already sullied by the wan flaccidity of decay.

Lieutenant Osborne therefore went away with his regiment, and poor little Amelia was left behind, to pine and mourn until it seemed there was no hope of saving her life unless happiness should speedily come to her.

'Tis not the star the wave so wildly clasps, Only its form reflected in the stream; 'Tis not a broken heart I mourn, Only a broken dream.

Once again thy Poet-voice May sing sweet paeans to the golden Morn, Again may hail the saviour Light sun-born, And bid the wild and desert waste rejoice, Again with sighs the looming darkness mourn.

Tush, never mourn, I have a merry heart.

All who love liberty, father, must mourn to see so glorious a sway on the decline.

Thou knowest how I have sorrowed for the boy, but next to his loss I could mourn over theeaye, more bitterly than over any other of the fallen!"

"Are you sorry, monk, that a sinner has escaped?" "Son, I rejoice that this bitter office hath passed from me, while I mourn that there should be a spirit so depraved as to require it.

When others spend their time in useless regrets he is piously resigned: it even so happens, that when others mourn he can rejoice.

We have deeply to mourn for our endeared and highly valued E. Rowntree, suddenly taken from us about ten days since.

I do mourn, but I dare not murmur.

And wherefore now I mourn.

They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn, And, style blasphemous, conjurors to call On Jesu's name, and pharisaical Dissemblers feign devotiön.

The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

Heaven's queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine; The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn; In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.

It was not wonderful that a mind like that of Jeremy Taylor, best fitted for worshipping the beauty of holiness, should mourn over the disrupted order of his church, or that a mind like Milton's, best fitted for the law of life, should demand that every part of that order which had ceased to vibrate responsive to every throb of the eternal heart of truth, should fall into the ruin which its death had preceded.

Thus all the year I mourn.

The scene opens with him at his midnight studieshis lamp is almost burned outand he has been searching for knowledge and has not found it, but only that Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.

Now they gambol o'er the clearing,off again, and then appearing; Poised aloft on quivering wing, now they soar, and now they sing: "We must all be merry and moving; we must all be happy and loving; For when the midsummer has come, and the grain has ripened its ear, The haymakers scatter our young, and we mourn for the rest of the year.

Fair maid, we talk of times long past; A friend we often mourn in vain A knight in distant battle slain, Whose bones had moulder'd in the earth Full many a year before thy birth.

But, in the journey, drawing near To what I mourn, and what I fear, The sad realities impress Too deeply; hues of happiness, And gleams of splendors past, decay; The storm despoiling such a day, Gives to the eye no clear, full scope, But scatters wide the wrecks of Hope!