...living hues, To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll, And trace its airy precincts in the soul. Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our...dispense, Brightens or fades ; yet all, with magic art Control the latent fibres of the heart. As studious PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit...

...stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle reader, you would find A talc in everything. Wordsworth. Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our...of sense, Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Frightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Control the latent fibres of the heart. Rogers. God is...

...brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and, lo ! what myriads rise ! 4 Each stamps its image as the other flies. \ Each,...dispense, Brightens or fades ; yet all, with magic art, Control the latent fibres of the heart. As studious PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit...

...features of his revered and much loved teacher, how the memory of the past comes rushing on the mind. " Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our...myriads rise, Each stamps its image as the other flies." The memory of college days,— how vividly each scene of that eventful period is now before us ; that...

...path, Philip, Anna, the children, and what not, scamper through his cranium in delightful succession. " Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our...myriads rise! Each stamps its image as the other flies." In the second and third grades this work can be extended and much reproduced in writing. By the time...

...a series of events, each link tends to call up the adjacent link."—Sully. " Lulled in the secret chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by...Awake but one, and lo! what myriads rise, Each stamps his image as the other flies." as meaningless in the soul-world as an isolated man or tree in the material...

...Dryden. MEMORY. ACTIVITY OF. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our tho-ights are link'd by many a hidden chain ; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! K;irh stamps its image as the other flies. l'ope. THE ART OF. None grow so old, Not to remember where...

...the ocean— which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. — BYRON. Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain Our...stamps its image as the other flies. Each, as the varied avenues of sense, Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades: yet all, with...

...connection," sap Stewart, "between color and extension, than there is between pain 1 "Lulled in the secret chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain ; Awake but one, aud lo! what myriads rise, Each stamps his image as the other flics." - — RtHiEns, Pleasures of Memory....

...describe in a volume of a thousand pages. It is as true of the waking as of the dreaming state, that Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked in many a hidden chain ; Wake but one, and lo ! what myriads rise : Each stamps its image as the other...