...his work which our space will admit, some lines from the fine poem entitled 'The Hound of Heaven': ' I fled Him, down the nights and down the days ; I...the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes 1 sped ; And shot, precipitated...

...laden with its lamped clusters bright, The fiery-fruited vineyard of this night. THE HOUND OF HEAVEN. I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days ; I...the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated...

...infinite love that seeks until it finds, and follows till it wins : — I fled Him, down the night« and down the days : I fled Him, down the arches of the years ; I fled llim, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the midst of I hid from Him, and under running...

...the Saviour, and at his feet a hound which has just treed a wicked man, probably the one who cried: " I fled Him down the nights and down the days, I fled...fled Him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind. I hid from Him." And here is a peculiar characteristic noticed in many of this poet's writings. He...

...some lines from the fine poem entitled, " The Hound of Heaven : " — I fled Him, down the nights tnd down the days ; I fled Him, down the arches of the...the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running langhter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated...

...attention, nor is he likely to be less impressed and drawn onward by the opening of the chase : — ' I fled Him, down the nights and down the days ; I...the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated...

...Thompson's, from the fifth edition of his "Poems." It is entitled, "The Hound of Heaven." "I fled from Him, down the nights and down the days, I fled Him,...down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind, and in the mist of tears I hid from him, and undermining laughter Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated...

...tread with something of Miltonic firmness the dim regions of the sublime. The poem opens thus : — ' I fled him down the nights, and down the days ; I fled him down the arches of the years ; 398 Victorian Literature I fled him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of...

...each ; but appeal to you it will, for in all is an insistent something that makes for righteousness. " I fled Him, down the nights and down the days ; I fled Him, down the arches of the years ; .1 fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the midst of tears I hid from Him,...

...than thou hast done, And takes thy work to bless it for His own. Robert Bridges. THE HOUND OF HEAVEN T FLED Him, down the nights and down the days ; I fled...the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated...