That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts
With levell'd spears.
537
BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Then black despair,
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
538
SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam, Dedication,_ St. 6

The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
539
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 44.


=Destiny.=

That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight--
Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright
Its destiny sometimes.
540
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.

Where'er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye,
In shady leaves of destiny.
541
RICHARD CRASHAW: _Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._