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lines rolling grandly like the great waves themselves ; 

 while they describe the decay of the kingdoms of 

 the past, and ever freshness of the ocean, finishing 

 with 



" Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow : 

 Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now." 



16 Have these verses the true ring of poetry ? 

 And what of this ? " the Major added, as he picked 

 a gem of a stanza from that bouquet of wickedness, 

 " Don Juan." 



Ward confessed that Milton had nothing finer- 

 Tennyson nothing sweeter. 



"Pope for my money," I said. "Sentimental 

 critics say he was not poetical, because he never 

 wrote hazy nonsense; and all the donkeys hate 

 him because he scourged them. Yet where do 

 you find more beautiful thoughts than in Pope? 

 or who writes with so delicate a fancy on fanciful 

 things, or such neat, clear, expressive verse on 

 matters of common sense ? but, Fred, it is scarcely 

 common sense to keep you so late. You seem 

 sleepy." 



"No wonder. People talking high art all night, 

 when I am dying to hear about fishing." 



"Bravo, Fred!" said Ward. "And some night 



