...the darkcn'd eyes; With morning wakes the will, and cries, "Thou shall not be the fool of loss." V. 1 SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief...For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal tiic Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies: The sad mechanic...

...round and round, using every sharp point as a facet to reflect some ray of light ; he says indeed, "I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel." And he speaks, in some of those fine wordpaintings in rich frames, of "darkening tho sanctity of his...

...to be utterly unable to understand this. We next see the Delicacy of true sorrow, when he says : ' I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel.' Words do it wrong: they only 'half reveal' while they 'half conceal' it. Shakespeare has a similar...

...the darkeu'd eyes; With morning wakes the will, and cries, " Thou shalt not be the fool of loss." I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief...language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcoties, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the...

...fail in truth And in thy wisdom make me wise. / SOME TIMES HOLD IT HALt A SIN. [/« Memorial*, V.] I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief...for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured langnage lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcoties, numbing pain. In words, like weeds,...

...he knows not why. He thinks he was not formed to die, And Thou hast made him ; Thou art just !" "I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief...reveal And half conceal the Soul within." "... but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but...

...he knows not why. He thinks he was not formed to die, And Thou hast made him ; Thou art just !" " I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief...reveal And half conceal the Soul within." "... but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but...

...exclamation of the heart's 2 ecstatic delight ; and while it ministers to gladness it is balm to sorrow : ' ' For the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies." We cannot easily imagine a grief which should be quite insensible to its influence. Only a poet could...

...our habit in an age of utterly chaotic education. We read, as the bereaved poet made rhymes — ' ' For the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured...mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain." We, to whom steam and electricity have given almost everything excepting bigger brains and hearts,...

...is our habit in an age of utterly chaotic education. We read, as the bereaved poet made rhymes — " For the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured...mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain." We, to whom steam and electricity have given almost everything excepting bigger brains and hearts,...