...Dante's own. The pathos of this may well be compared with that of the beautiful lines of Keble : — 1 See the calm leaves float, Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! ' Even so (11. 118-120) the lately crowded but now (though...

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...the moor the brief November day. Now the tir'd hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good-night from every glade ; Yet wait awhile, and see the calm...float Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! And yet no second spring have they in store, But where...

...the moor the brief November day. Now the tir'd hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good-night from every glade ; Yet wait awhile, and see the calm...float Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide! And yet no second spring have they in store, But where they...

...the brief November day. Now the tir'd hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good night through every glade; Yet wait awhile, and see the calm leaves float Each to its rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! And yet no second...

...the moor the brief November day. Now the tired hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good-night from every glade ; Yet wait awhile, and see the calm...float Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! And yet no second spring have they in store ; But where...

...tired hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good night from every glade : Yet wait awhile, and sec the calm leaves float Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! And yet no second spring have they in store ; But where...

...the moor the brief December day Now the tir'd hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids goodnight from every glade ; Yet wait awhile and see the calm...float Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! And yet no second spring have they in store ; But where...

...November day. Now the tir'd hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good-night from every glade ! Vet wait awhile, and see the calm leaves float Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. How like decaying life they seem to glide ! And yet no second spring have they in store, But where...

...the moor the brief November day. Now the tired hunter winds a parting note, And Echo bids good-night from every glade ; Yet wait awhile, and see the calm leaves float Each to his parent-rest beneath the shade." THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. THE rich sunsets, the varied foliage, the gorgeous...