The Ohio Educational Monthly, 54

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O.T. Corson, 1905
 

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˹ 384 - sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread, Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
˹ 58 - spur that the clear spirit doth raise, That last infirmity of noble mind, To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find And think to burst out into sudden blaze Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
˹ 384 - How well could I have spared for thee, young swain. Enow of such as, for their bellies sake, Creep and' intrude, and climb into the fold Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast. And shove away the worthy bidden guest. * * * The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But,
˹ 51 - The splendor falls on castle walls, And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying,
˹ 60 - A pound of that same merchant's flesh is thine; The court awards it, and the law doth give it." "Most rightful judge!" "And you must cut this flesh from off his breast; The law allows it, and the court awards it." "Most learned judge! A sentence! Come, prepare!
˹ 384 - the lines: But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowered roof With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full voiced choir below In service high and anthems clear, As may
˹ 26 - Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
˹ 74 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind. That deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep. Haunted forever by the eternal mind, Mighty
˹ 384 - roof With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full voiced choir below In service high and anthems clear, As may
˹ 505 - carnal mesh Binds it, and makes all error; and to know, Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without. -Browning. THE

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