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18 2 ORTHOMETRY.
taste in selection. Here follows a selection from our nineteenth-century poets:
Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife.
Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.
Foiled, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last, Full in the centre stands ihe bull at bay.
Drank the last life drop of his bleeding breast.
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved.
Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew.
Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
The lustre of the long convolvuleses.
Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butchered, for all that we knew.
This truth came borne with bier and pall, I felt it when I sorrowed most, 'Tis better to have loved and lost
Tlian never to have loved at all.