...bears but bitter fruit 1 1 will pluck it from my bosom, tho ' my heart be at the root. Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come...many.wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home. We now quote entire one of the smaller pieces. Was ever the story of Godiva thus loftily yet tenderly...

...that which bears but bitter fruit ? I will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort ? in division of the records...

...which bears but bitter fruit ? I will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the root. Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort ? in division of the records...

...which bears but bitter fruit? 1 will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the root Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort ? in division of the records...

...than ever wife was loved. Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit ] I »ill pluck it from my bosom, though my heart be at the...Never, though my mortal summers to such length of yoara should come As the mnny-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort...

...which bears but bitter fruit? I will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the root. Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter 'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort ? in division of the records...

...more than ever wife was loved. Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit ? I will pluck it from my bosom, though my heart be...summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where ia comfort ? in division of the records...

...that which bears but bitter fruit ? I will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort ? in division of the records...

...hypercriticism, or ignorance, or both, make a note of inquiry on the following stanza from the above poem ? — " Never though my mortal summers to such length of years should come Ae the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home." (1.) By what elastic and syncretic...

...sublimes . to power 1 EB BROWNINQ. Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears such bitter fruit ? I will pluck it from my bosom, though my heart be at its root. TENNYSON. O YE cold clear winter stars, look down pityingly on that solitary chamber where...