...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught m' mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide that smoothly bears human life to eternity...tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the аце to which I am arrived ; I, and rny friends. To be no younger, no richer, no handsomer. I do...

...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." — Who is going to turn his back forever on that passage?' We all sighed. K. searched the book again,...

...rather, is in London streets and faces, in country scenes and pleasures: I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity;...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. ... A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays,...

...is here already ; no flaming swords keep from the gate the man that knows how to value the garden. 'I am in love with this green earth ; the face of...and the sweet security of streets. I would set up my abernacle here.' " Cr. 8vo. 7s. net. Just published. DISENCHANTMENT JOHN MASEFIELD in the Manchester...

...Temple. They touch us too through an intimate personal contact with a simple and kindly writer — a man "in love with this green earth ; the face of town...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets" — one who loved the world about him and gazed out upon it with a sweet and kindly humor. His kindliness...

...Year's Eve," how characteristically ho declares his attachment to things below, and owns his love of " this green earth ; the face of town and country ;...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets." A new state of being, he confesses, fairly staggers him ; his household gods plant a terrible fixed...

...Sannaxzaro. < (*)• • He is in love, • to use the exquisite words of Charlei 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...

...sweeten the unpalatable draft of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly hears 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 solitudes,...

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