...be not grain, And the joys of thee seventy times seven, Our Lady of Pain. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. HERE, where the world is quiet ; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...out weather tares be not grain, And the joys of thee seventy times seven, THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. HERE, where the world is quiet; Here, where all' trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...sweet bright days which have been conjured up before him by a woman's smile. CHAPTER X. KINGSDENE. " Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest•time...

...beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come. Christina Resutti. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. HERE, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...beds for all who come. Christina Rossetti. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. 289 THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. HERE, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...genius. The spectators move, as it were, in a world of shadows, in which, as in the fabled under-world, all expectancy, passion, and feeling have faded away...social feeling and interdependence that . renders Michael Angelo so perilous an example fur students of painting, and especially for those of the present...

...world of shadows, in which, as intk fabled under-world, all expectancy, passion, and feeling have W^ away beneath the cold hands of Proserpina — Here...intense self-concentration, this absence from his picture1 of all trace of social feeling and interdependence, that rend^ Michelangelo so perilous an...

...be not grain, And the joys of thee seventy times seven, Our Lady of Pain. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. HERE, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...ever, if thy heart cou'i understand. EDMUND W. GOSSL New Poems. (K.Paul.) Iv. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. HERE, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...him ; MFor all who find him lose him.'l But all have found him fair. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE HF.RH, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest...