...Three Nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, Future ; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. Its ' boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings, —...Human Passion rustling through it; — or stormtost, thestormwind howling through it like the voice of all the gods. It is Igdrasil, the Tree of Existence....

...Three Nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, Future ; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. Its ' boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings, —...breath of Human Passion rustling through it ; — or storm tost, the stormwind howling through it like the voice of all the gods. It is Igdrasil, the Tree...

...Hila or Death — its trunk reaches up heaven-high — spreads its boughs over the whole universe — every leaf of it a biography — every fibre there an act or word," the writer of this volume has not unaptly selected a quaint title for a record of human experience...

...Three Nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, Future ; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. Its ' boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings, —...Existence, onwards from of old. It grows there, the 1 breath of Human Passion rustling through it ; — or stormtost, the stormwind howling through it...

...three Normas, — Fates, — the Past, Present, Future, watering its roots from the sacred well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings, — events,...leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act, a word? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence, —...

...three Normas, — Fates, — the Past, Present, Future, watering its roots from the sacred well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings, — events,...leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act, a word? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence, —...

...three Normas— the Fates— the Past, Present, Future, watering ita roots from the sacred well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings — events,...times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act, a word ? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of...

...nornas, Fates, — the Past, Present, and Fntnre, — watering its roots from the sacred Well. Its boughs, with their buddings and disleafings — events,...The rustle of it is the noise of Human Existence, onward as from of old. It grows there, the breath of human passion rustling through it; or storm- tossed,...

...it is the tree of Existence. * * * Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act, a word ? Its boughs are histories of nations. The rustle of it is the noise of human existence, — onward from of old." This extract from Carlyle suggests the general subject of the Poem. The author...

...events, things suffered, things done, catasit a biography, every fibre there an act or word ? Its houghs are histories of nations ; the rustle of it is the noise of human e* 1st ' ence ; onwards from of old it grows there, the breath of human passion rustling through it,...