...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity;...; I, and my friends. To be no younger, no richer, rjo handsomer. I do not want to be weaned by age ; or drop, like mellow fruit, as they say, into the...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draft of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity...; and reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. / am in lore with this green earth, the face of (own and country, the unspeakable rural solitudes,...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalata)le draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide that smoothly bears human life to eternity, and reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. [ am in love with this green earth — the face of town and country — the unspeakable rural sob'tudes,...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide that smoothly bears human life to eternity...friends : to be no younger, no richer, no handsomer. Any alteration on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household...

...Virgil. (') Sinnazzaro. (') « He is in love, • to use the exquisite words of Charles Lamb — « he is in love with this" green earth, the face of town • and country, the unspeakable rural solitudes. » But this love, a reverent and thoughtful passion, differs immeasurably from that vain and eager...

...both lessen and shorten, I would fain lay my ineffectual finger upon the spoke of the great wheel. — I am in love with this green earth, the face of town...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. — Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holydays, and the greenness of fields,...

...metaphors solace mo not. nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. 1 care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity;...would set up my tabernacle here. I am content to stand Btill at the age to which I am arrived — I, and my friends : to be no younger, no richer, no handsomer....

...sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly beare human life to eternity; and reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. 1 am in love with this green earth ; the face of town and country; the unspeakable rural solitudes,...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with 52 lore with this green earth ; the face of town and country ; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and the...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. 1 would set up my tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the age to which I am arrived —...