...in the sixth and seventh chapters, we may compare the lines in Milton's Lycidas, 78 -84 : " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove...

...Comes the blind Fury, with abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise,' Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears ; ' Fame is...deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.' ****** Weep no more, vocal shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though...

...still might it be, if we could rise with Milton, to a strain of higher mood, and realize that " Eame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies ; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes. And perfect witness of all-judging Jove...

...the- blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. " But not the praise," Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears : " Fame is...that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds! That...

...blind Fury1 with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. " But not the praise," Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears ; " Fame is...deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed." 0 fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius,2 crown'd with vocal reeds. That...

...blind fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. ' Hut not the praise,' l'hœbus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears ; ' Fame is...all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed. Of во much fame in heaven expect thy meed.' [Sa/on'» Addresi to tfic Sim.] [From • Paradise Lost.']...

...grows on mortal soil, ISTor in the glist'ring foil Set off to th' world, nor in broad rumour lies ; so But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And...pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heav'n expect thy meed. 84 O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd...

...thy decent shoulders drawn. • (e) Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glittering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies,...spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of nil-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed....

...abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. " But not the praise," Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; " Fame is no plant that grows...mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to th' world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness...

...such glory far, very far, from my country. Never, never may it be accursed with such fame. " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies, But lives and spreads aloft, by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove,...