...sleep, seeing I fast and pray. CXX. BRIGHT STAR! BRIGHT STAR ! would I were steadfast as thou artNot in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching,...ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,...

...sea, and one containing a strange — to me, very fascinating — image concerning the sea : — /\ " The moving waters at their priest-like task | Of pure ablution round earth's human shores." Of " La Belle Dame sans merci " Mr. Watts has well spoken ; to it Mr. G. Rossetti is largely indebted....

...bubbles all his amorous breath ! KEATS' S LAST SONNET. RIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art, — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,...mountains and the moors : — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and...

...other interesting traces of his thought and feeling :— "Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art, Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And...Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of cold ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains...

...apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of cold ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on...upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft...

...the sea, which is so infinitely beyond any prose saying : such lines, for instance, as Keats' — " The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round Earth's human shores." Or the same poet's — " It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell...

...froth before me, while there yet remain'd Hale strength, nor from my bones all marrow drain'! KEATS. THE moving waters at their priest-like task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores. KEATS. THE surgy murmurs of the lonely s«a. KEATS. THE rocks were silent, the wide sea did weave An...

...seal the hushed casket of my soul. KEATS'S LAST SONNET. f RIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as tl1ou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,...ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors. — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,...

...seal the hushed casket of my soul. KEATS'S LAST SONNET. w RIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft, the night,...ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors. — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,...

...SONNET. FRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nigh!, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's...ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors. — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,...