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56 NOTICES OF BOOKS.
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Poems: By Jean Ingelow. London—Longman A...
Like And a scarlet the icy fleece founts the run snow free -field spreads ,
And And the plunge bergs and begin sail to in bow the their , sea . heads ,
" Oh And , my lost love love th , and at loved my own me , so own I love , Is there ray never a chink in the world above
Where they listen for words from below , ? Nay I remember , I spoke once all that , and I I said grieved , thee
sore—And Till now the thou sea gives wilt hear up her me dead no more . —no more , " Thou didst set thy foot on the ship , and sail
Thou To the wert icefields sadfor and th the love snow did ; ht avail And the end , I could y not know noug . ,
How Whom coul that d I tell day I I shoul held d not love dear thee ? to-day , How When could . I did I know not lov I should e thee love anear thee . away ,
" We With shall the walk faded no bents more throug o ' erspread h the ; sodden plain ,
We shall stand no more by the seething main , We While shall the part dark no more wrack in drives the wind o'erhead and rain ;
But Where perhap th s y I last shall farewell meet thee was and said know ; thee , again
When the sea gives up her dead ! " , All the principal pieces in the volume are stories in rhyme ,
a and great the story comman is in d most over developed the resources with of a power language , which . We shows are again tempted to quoteand our readers will thank us for one
of the most beautiful ballads , ever penned bj a modern . The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire , 1571 .
" The The old ringers mayor ran climbed by two the b belfry y three tower ; ,
'* Pull , if ye never pulled before , ; 4 Play Good ringers lay , pull your O Boston best , ' quoth bells ! he .
Play all uppe your , p change uppe s , all your swells ; Play uppe « The Brides , of Enderby . "'
" Men say it was a swollen tyde—But The in Lord that ears sent doth it still , He abide knows all ; myne
The message that the bells let fall : The And fli th g ere hts was of mews nought and of peewits strange p beside ied ,
By millions crouched on the old sea-wall . " I sat and spun within the doore , The My level thread sun brake like rudd off , I raised ore myne eyes ; y
Lay sinking , in the barren skies , ;
56 Notices Of Books.
56 NOTICES OF BOOKS .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Sept. 1, 1863, page 56, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01091863/page/56/
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