...Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam,...have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, To the grandeur that was Rome. Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche, How statue-like I see thee stand,...

...Nicean barks of yore That, gently, o'er a perfum'd sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam,...classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the beauty of fair tireeee And the srandeur of old Rome. Lo ! in that little window-niche How statue-like...

...Niecan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore Tu hi» own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic lace, Thy Naiad airs hare brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome....

...Niccan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfum'd sea, The weary wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, tliy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me homo To the beauty of fair Greece, And the grandeur...

...thy beauty is to me, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore, To his own native shore. " On desperate seas long wont to roam,...the grandeur that was Rome. " Lo ! in yon brilliant window niche, How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah ! Psyche, from the...

...o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To hi» own native shore. On desperate веаэ long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic...in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see tliee stand The agate lamp within thy hand ! — Ah ! Psyche, from the region« which Are Holy Land!...

...To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. " Lo ! in yon brilliant window niche, How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within...Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land." There is a confused and misty classic reminiscence about these lines which shows the poetical mind...

...that is beautiful, is a verse from a little poem which is a gem of the most polished loveliness. " On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy naiad airs hare brought me home, To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome." Can anything more...

...Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam,...hand, Ah! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land ! It ie the tendency of the young poet that impresses us. Here is no "withering scorn," no heart "...

...Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam,...thy hand ! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy-Land ! London : — Printed by G. BARCLAY, Castle St. Leicester 1 y ...