...reality. ALFRED TENNYSON: 1809. THE LOTOS-EATERS. " COURAGE ! " he said, and pointed toward the laud, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In...afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, 5 Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like...

...breast — And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. THE LOTOS-EATERS. " COURAGE ! he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the af ternoon they came unto a land, ln which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid...

...afternoon., ' Upon my word, Mr. Gwynne., ' Or perhaps you have never read Tennyson ? , ' Try me — In the afternoon they came unto a land — In which it seemed always afternoon. I should not like a country where it was always afternoon., 'No? Why not?, ' Too suggestive of laziness,...

...Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his rest. THE LOTOS-EATERS. I. " Courage ! " he said, and pointed toward the land ; "This mounting...unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. s All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced...

...difficult landing-place, upon an isle so pleasant that one began to think of the " Lotus-eaters " — " In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon." It was curious to observe that in anticipation of earthquakes the lighting machinery of the lighthouse...

...Christian travelers, as the Laureate sings of those whom only his imagination saw on the journey : " In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon." XXV. THE FINAL PRAYER. HE WHICH TESTIFIETH THESE THINGS SAITH, SURELY I COME QUICKLY ; AMEN. EVEN so,...

...fit to be the speech of those weary of the sea, the oar, " The wandering fields of barren foam." " In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon." The frequency of the vowels lends it an Italian softness, but, like that of all rude people, it is...

...that of which our poet-laureate thus writes : — ' In the afternoon they came unto a land Wherein it seemed always afternoon ; All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that had a troubled dream. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land ; far off three...

...All things seemed to quiver and reel in the glaring heat of the sun ; it was a " lotos-eating " day. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Lulled by the drowsy peacefulness of everything about me, and the monotonous regularity of all the...

...fortress, and are lounging away the hours while the busy waves are moaning and murmuring about them. "All round the coast the languid air did swoon, breathing like one who hath a weary dream." They are at peace with themselves and the world ; they have found a land of...