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...the stir of the forces Whence issued the world. V. TO MARGUERITE. YES : in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the...islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless hounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights And they are swept by balms of spring, And...

...The following little poem, for instance, is one of the sweetest in Mr. Arnold's whole volume : — ' Yes ! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits...We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclaspiug flow, And then their endless bounds they know. ' But when the moon their hollows lights,...

...ЛУvtller, p. 78. " ТО KABODCRIT«. ' " Y«. In the к« of life enlsl'd, With echoing straits between ui thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal...live alone: The islands feel the enclasping flow. And tlitn their endless bounds they know. 44 But when the moon their hollows lights, And they ore swept...

...mortals — The Strayed Keveller, p. 78. 544 545 " TO UAHOCRRITK. " Ye«. In the ка of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions I've alone: The islands fi-el the enclasping flow, And then their endleM bound! they know. " But when...

...however else they differ. You, too, have had the same emotion, and beautifully have you rendered it:— " Yes, in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits...enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. .... A God, a God their severance ruled; And bade betwixt their shores to be The unplumb'd, salt, estranging...

...else they differ. You, too, have had the same emotion, and beautifully have you rendered it : — " Yes, in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits...enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. .... A God, a God their severance ruled ; And bade betwixt their shores to be The unplumb'd, salt,...

...: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless waters wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel...enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know." It is another and more delicate version of Jean Inflow's " Divided." No one could have written either...