...passively by, Staggering on to her goal; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantcán, the load, Well-nigh not to be borne, . Of the too vast orb of her fate. " Bat was it thou — I think Surely it was — that bard Unnamed, who, Goethe said, ¡lad every other...

...labor-dimmed eyes, Staggering on to her goal, Bearing, on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load Well-nigh not to be borne Of the too vast orb of her fate. It is not the poet's mind alone which is profoundly moved by this fact of Great Britain's vast expansion...

...passively by, Staggering on to her goal; • Ben ring, on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load. Wellnigli not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate. DREAMS OF THE TWO EMPERORS. A LEAF FROM PUNCH. "Он !" cried Mrs. Judy. " I "ve dreamt," said Mr....

...passively by, Staggering on to her goal ; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Wellnigh not to be borne, • Of the too vast orb of her fate. In the poem called "Oberman once more" we have Roman civilization contrasted with the civilization...

...passively by, Staggering on to her goal; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Wellnigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate. But was it thou — I think Surely it was — that bard Unnamed, who, Goethe said, Had every other...

...which he speaks thus of England: Staggering on to her goal; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Well nigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate. The last line comes very near to the notion of 'urgentibus fatis,' in which the ideas of a heavy pressure...

...which he speaks thus of England : Staggering on to her goal; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlanteän, the load, Well nigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate. The last line comes very near to the notion of 'urgentibus fatis,' in which the ideas of a heavy pressure...

...passively by, Staggering on to her goal; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Wellnigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate. But was it thou—I think Surely it was—that bard Unnamed, who, Goethe said, Had every other gift,...

...right Nor left, goes passively by, Staggering on to her goal ; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atbmtean the load, Well nigh not to be borne, Of the too- vast orb of her fate." Of " Empedocles or Etna," a poem in its way, of very great merit and interest, I have no space left...

...passively by, Staggering on to her goal. Bearing ou shoulders immense, Atlnnlean, the load. Wellnlgh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate." That is more finely chiseled and more majestic, doubtless, than the passage we are about to quote,...