...fathom-deep in brine ; And hands so often clasp'd in mine, Should toss with tangle and with shells. XI. CAI.M is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold,...

...though I walk in haste; And think that, somewhere in the waste, The Shadow sits and waits for me. * * * Calm is the morn, without a sound, Calm as to suit...this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silver gossamers That twinkle into green and gold ; Calm and deep peace in this...

...fathom-deep in brine ; And hands so often clasp'd in mine, Should toss with tangle and with shells. Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold,...

...crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back tome. [From In Memoriam.] CALM is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grie£ And only through the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on...

...That he should stoop to any other law. G. CHAPMAN 104.— PASSAGES FROM "IN MEMORIAM"1 I I.— (XI) CALM is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit...this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon...

...ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Tennyson is pathetic, but neither somber nor gelid : Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit...this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze. And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold. Of all odes to autumn, Keats's,...

...its monuments to the Mundy family, the singularly appropriate lines of Tennyson come to our minds : " Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold ; Calm and still light on yon...

...fathom-deep in brine ; And hands so often clasp'd in mine, Should toss with tangle and with shells. XI CALM is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chesnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And...

...more recent poets, who use it unconscious, perhaps, of its origin, as in such well-known lines as: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold: Calm and still light on yon...

...heavens, before the prow ; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love. . . . Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon...