...From the first hour to the last of his literary life, the Poet Laureate has condescended to no tricks. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing ! he wrote in "In Memoriam;" and to him verse has been all-sufficient to express the utmost culture...

...sorrow's harren song, When more and more the people throng The chairs ¡md thrones of civil power ? "A time to sicken and to swoon, When Science reaches...world, and charms Her secret from the latest moon 1" Bshold, ye speak an idle thing: Ye never knew the sacred dnst : I do hnt sing hecanse I mnst, And...

...sorrow's barren song, When more and more the people throng The chairs and thrones of civil power ? •* A time to sicken and to swoon, When science reaches forth her arms To feel from world to world, and cbarm* Her secret from the latest moon ? " Behold, ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred...

...prattle, she began singing, though with an artless grace that said just as plainly as the laureate, — " I do but sing because I must. And pipe but as the linnets sing." Charming though her features, from her earliest girlhood she could not have insisted with the saucy...

...fire. In Memoriam. xv. And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.1 Ibid, xviii. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. Ibid. xxi. The shadow cloak'd from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. Ibid, xxiii....

...has so long attended him, he doubtless can plead what must be the reason of every inspired poet — I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. — Arcadian. The Archbishop of Canterbury has conferred the degree of Doctor in Music on William Henry...

...fringed with fire. Ibid. xv. And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.1 Ibid, xviii. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. Ibid. xxi. The shadow cloak'd from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. Ibid, xxiii....

...J. SUCKLING. The boding owl Steals from her private cell by night, And flies about the candlelight. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. TENNYSON. Every copse Deep tangled, tree irregular, and bush Bending with dewy moisture, o'er the heads...

...poet sings — And both because they must," we are carried back to the familiar lines of Tennyson : "I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing;" which, in their turn, are only a reproduction of Pope's " I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came."...

...poet sings — And both because they must," we are carried back to the familiar lines of Tennyson : " I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing;" which, in their turn, are only a reproduction of Pope's " I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came."...