POETRY.
tee rKuMrai-: or the iiawTiJ OK2J. Spri^j; f!e«^s and t,Lir-, an^. trembles with t't-iia l\a<. .:- i babe.i thul nebtles toward 'lL^w..iia, u> ;.ct i\w all unstrickeu lyre, '.\'i,:i ill. -.In ih'ii'ds aUvo and all at I>\_1 S - c tlw taiid. yet, but feels ii'- Jujtih, Ar.d • c tl.t 1 . s 'c.; love made perfect. Man i ! I bhd, T.a.. jt. ''•iTa.A v.ith hopo of life that v i-,i- out dtaih, \i"m: w ii' iv lapturuus patience till his w ova Nu\'k iicven, ay.d flower by flower and U3L' by tre«» k) .c \.m\ U'd silent strenuous utter.i;.cc. LsrHi, AUvA >v.i.e uvi joyful as the sea, i, w..lv -iot. idoud in joy too deep for /'..-.( . -.m o£ pn-'ection of delights, 'li.! ;ni iii'i unborn green buds bo born i.i v. hite. -- S L. Swinburne in the Saturday Review. THE SUPBTSPFiDED. As newer cmneiv crowd the for© \"< R u'-op iioliird ; \V • •".".. J:.*ve '.iroiycd long and sore '. ;»i, . n ,< t ,t jjui.d, <i " " ; '.o must not regret 1 '<> - rvj.-i hciiuid. *" \c- !li**.- .• o of uif sorao who grieve '•* ... >. hirfl; S.. itiiv.*. • : •■ miouss souls who scarce be- ! Tl-i - Iln.". dcditied, Au.i !:..«.v> no is i.:ues x vemombers, spares i \ .'}.<> j,i. behind. j ' n ''^ ■ '. il'P.t wo have unforetold j • V 'hop bv'.iind ; I V. ■ »\-i the • ew n\ust oust the old •.cry kind. J! . \- r {, vo ;h,T ( k, must we, must WE, ;\>i-, >irop belund? — Thomas Hardy. WHICH? A Lciv-i^Loj lry at her dainty feet, •\. '•, .'.nil v.ovn, aud thin; ':. ... , u^u.^lny; ;-our path," he said, '>'.<•>, — -i.»d g.ithcr it in." "In. i, ,' thy f<x:d t aad her eyes wero Ja'Olld, ■'.'■"c.vr \\vr\i lmk to me. 1 •* ''.y \ilnt co:uos to mo by right, '. .i r. t h\ chs.icc," said she. A '",!!' w.>oed ir. Hie twilit dusk, J' i'ul'i.;' hi-i suit to win; "i,(<y? -•' ii-fl.sir.g your life," ho said, ,'.'. l ' :r ,' ( '' — "* !^ anther it in." ":'n, ' -1;- cd, though her eyes were Is'vs* v • il'o »ipp!jjrci sea, •'T.ove ; ." .- fpitcr ro hold and bind, I vi'u;p liberty." >v>\v, ■ ,\, wu\ it who to turn your back n ! 'i li::..i,'. vc r.il umit need? '! ' • _■ ..•:.•) i-.in' vo their own deserts *..< -. v. ,t biokc/i reod. \v....'j .« . . \. w. Wcjui or only pride, V.'.i..,, v il'.c\ i l.o "love? K.,.\ ; ;..e t.ii^i.Jr- 1 "Artlily gods -\).". .!.(,,.• ;ii r ue(". i.u'L and Love. --A.Af.ll. '.r. flic Atistralasian.
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Evening Post, Volume LXIII, Issue 153, 28 June 1902, Page 3 (Supplement)
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