...bury their dead. We have no more concern with Eustace Leigh. CHAPTER VIII. THE BANKS OF THE META. • "My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — Death clones all: but something ere the end. Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming...

...bury their dead. We have no more concern with Eustace Leigh. CHAPTEE III. THE BANKS OF THE META. " My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming...

...bury their dead. We have no more concern with Eustace Leigh. CHAPTER III. THE BANKS OF THE MliTA. " My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming...

...my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel pufis her sail. There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,...frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and oppos'd Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old. Old age hath yet his honour and his toil...

...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something...

...whose margin fades Forever and for ever when I move." There is one other picture worthy of remark — " There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas." > We have in this the rock-encircled harbour (such as may to this day be seen among the Greek islands),...

...the Prodigal alone. Patriotism, Religion, Commerce, each has its finger-post pointing to the unknown. There lies the port, the vessel puffs her sail. There gloom the dark, broad seas. To the boy of Tyre and Sidon, commerce, with the early morning dew of piracy yet upon it, offered a...

...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet...

...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, • That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free...

...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...