...characteristic perhaps of all of them, has given of himself tells well enough the story of the age, — " Wandering between two worlds, one dead The other powerless...born, With nowhere yet to rest my head Like these 011 earth I wait forlorn." And yet the forlornness of such a mood is always brightened by the persistent...

...how the day hath gone. He only lives with the world's life Who hath renounced his own! (The Same.) Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...my tears, the world deride, I come to shed them at your side. There yet perhaps may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness...

...аз ho gazes on the pale ascetic faces of the Carthusian monks, and delivers himself thus : — " Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...born. With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on ciirth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the worM deride; I come to shed them at their aide."...

...In his well-known elegiac stauzas Matthew Arnold likens his own state to that of the monks : — " Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head. Like theso on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride, — I come to shed them at...

...? Forgive me, masters of the mind ! At whose behest I long ago So much unlearnt, so much resigned ! I come not here to be your foe. I seek these anchorites,...the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. O hide me in your gloom profound Ye solemn seats of holy pain ! Take me, cowled forms, and fence me...

...faiths and both are gone. Wandering between two worlds, one dead, • The other powerless to be bom, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these on earth...the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. There may, perhaps, yet dawn an age More fortunate, alas ! than we, Which without hardness will be...

...of the day may be described and summed up in these four lines from " The Grande Chartreuse " : — Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. For him, Christianity is practically dead. Christ has reigned, but his empire is now broken. As Obermann...

...between their disappearance and some hoped for palingenesis, that move him to this mournful strain : " Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side. • •»•**« There yet, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas I than we, Which without...

...their faith with ' these, last of the people who believe,' but only to shed his tears with them. ' Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side.' He cannot throw himself forward into the brilliant future, nor can he feel himself at one with the...

...tomb?" Forgive me, masters of the mind ! At whose behest I long ago So much unlearnt, so much resigned ! I come not here to be your foe. I seek these anchorites,...world deride ; I come to shed them at their side. O, hide me in your gloom profound, Ye solemn seats of holy pain ! Take me, cowled forms, and fence...