...all ill, — all strife ; And bless her through the bloom of life ! CLXIIl.— HIS LOVE IS HIDDEN. His love is hidden, like the springs Which lie in...the dark springs underground,) Runs, ebbs not, and ue'er can decay ! CLXIV.— SONG— FROM A PLAY. WHY art them, Love ! so fair, so young ? Why is that...

...SECURED.) CHAPTER XXIV. His love is hidden, like the sprinpjs Which lie in Earth's deep heart below, Anil murmur there a thousand things Which nought above...dark springs underground) Runs, ebbs not, and can ns'er decay. Barry Cornwall. The burial was over, the grave had rewived its own, and still Sybil mourned....

...all ill, — all strife ; And bless her through the bloom of life ! CLXIII. — HIS LOVE IS HIDDEN. His love is hidden, like the springs Which lie in...thousand things Which nought above may hear or know. 'T is hid, not buried ! Without sound, Or light, or limit, night and day, CLXIV —SONG FROM A PLAY....

...quoting the church-opinion, I would say, notwithstanding the world's unphilosophical verdict, that — "His love is hidden, like the springs Which lie in...heart below, And murmur there a thousand things, Which naught above may hear or know. Tis hid, not buried ! Without sound, Or light or limit, night and day,...

...entozoon of cheap boarding-houses. 32 VERNON GROVE ; OR, HEARTS AS THEY ARE. (COPY-RIGHT SECURED.) CHAPTER XXIV. His love is hidden, like the springs...decay. Barry Cornwall. The burial was over, the grave hud received its own, and still Sybil mourned. Those who watched and were interested in her, could...

...quoting the church-opinion, I would say, notwithstanding the world's unphilosophical verdict, that — " His love is hidden, like the springs Which lie in...heart below, And murmur there a thousand things, Which naught above may hear or know. 'Tie hid, not buried ! Without sound, Or light or limit, night and day,...

...deep heart below, And murmur there a thousand things, Which naught above may hear or know. Tis bid, not buried ! Without sound, Or light or limit, night and day, It like the dark springs under ground, Runs, ebbs not, and can ne'er decay !" The most womanly man that ever lived, the gentle...

...notwithstanding the world's unphilosophical verdict, that — " HU love is hidden, like the springs Which He in Earth's deep heart below, And murmur there a thousand things, Which naught above may hear or know. Tis hid, not buried ! Without sound, Or light or limit, night and day,...