...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstone; OfE a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve- jar. Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting : So were it with me if forgetting could...

...murmured as we sat George Meredith's lines — " Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wayy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch,...Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar." We were fortunate indeed in our mise-enscène; for the poet's picture had realised itself before us....

...guide to the scansion. This is a specimen of lines in which quantity plays this important part : — Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. This is indeed tempo marcato ; and we cannot but think the insistent rhythm is undignified. To thresh...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones r;t Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled. Stepping down the hill with her fair companions, Arm in arm, all against the raying West, Boldly she...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...forgetting : So were it with me if forgetting could be will'd. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. 50 Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled. * Stepping down the hill with her fair companions, Arm in arm, all against the raying West, Boldly...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve- jar. Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be will'd. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring Tell it to forget the source that...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled. Stepping down the hill with her fair companions, Arm in arm, all against the raying West, Boldly she...

...hand, there is no music in the earlier to equal that of certain stanzas of the later version. . . . Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...gloom, spins the brown eve-jar. Darker grows the valley .... or the lovely ' swaying whitebeam ' music of the twenty-sixth stanza, or that even lovelier twenty-fourth...