...beings — the agreement proceeding from full conviction after the freest discussion.— Brougham. Htfr. Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt...are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles : as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the...

...As to evade those sad autumnal hours, Or deem thy path of life shall bloom all flowers. MRS. NORTON. Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt...are! How less what we may be! the eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge Lashed from the foam...

...our recollection, and the other, Ferdinand Home, came and went as it pleased him. 118 CHAPTER X. " Between two worlds, life hovers like a star, 'Twixt...! How less, what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles." BYRON. FERDINAND HOME still deserved the description...

...came and went as it pleased him. CHAPTER X. " Between two worlds, life hovers like a star, 'Twixfc night and morn, upon the horizon's verge; How little...! How less, what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles." BTBON. FEEDINAND HOME still deserved the description...

...as one of those serious passages which relieve the sardonic laughter of Byron's most cynical poem : Between two worlds life hovers like a star, "Twixt...upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that whicli we are ! IIow less what we may be !J It is with Prospero's metaphor of this dream-fraught, sleep-rounded...

...sardonic laughter of Byron'a most cynical poem : Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twist night and morn upon the horizon's verge : How little...we know that which we are ! How less what we may be 1J It is with Prospero's metaphor of this dream-fraught, sleep-rounded life of ours — this little...

...They bring the soul to its bended knees of wonder and prayer. "Between two worlds life hovers, like л Ƿ i C{ ZT H k +nGi 8 wu may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles : as the old burst,...

...bring the soul to its bended knees of wonder and prayer. " Between two worlds life hovers, like a Btar 'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are I How less what wo may be ! The eternal burgo Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles...

...to its utmost capacity of emotion. They bring the soul to its bended knees of wonder and prayer. " Between two worlds life hovers, like a star 'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How littto do wo know that which we are! How less what we nifty be I The eternal surge Of time and tide...

...two worlds life hovers, like a star Twist night and morn upon the horizon1!* verge, llow little do wo know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolU on, iin-1 bears afar Our bubbles : as the old ImiM. new emerge, . Lash'd from the...