...cities fair," in the meadow-lawn of the farm of Yerecundus, during one of those summer days, which seem to give light and clearness to the intellect, as well...shelter to grow ripe is ours, What leisure to grow wise ? " which agrees exactly with the words, ad pralum imendere, in pratuli propinqua deieendere. But at...

...much a man." • * • * * "But we, brought forth and roar'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise?" * » * • • • "Too fast we live, too much are tried, Too harass'd to attain Wordsworth's sweet...

...His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds, before We have...

...His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds, before We have...

...His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise— What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds, before We have...

...seen, even if we would : "But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds before We have...

...general, but we believe necessary, observations. Mr. Matthew Arnold asks, in one of his poems — ' What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise?' And then, further on in the same poem, he declares that— ' Too fast we live, too much are tried,...

...cities Mr" — in the meadow-lawn of the farm -of Verecundus, during one of those summer days which seem to give light and clearness to the intellect, as well...soft winter sunshine, the cadence of Virgil's lines seems to mingle with the household cares of the little group, with Monica's gentle house-work, and...

...poorest believer in Rome.* * " But we, brought forth and reared in hours Of change, alarm, surprise, — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Too fast we live, too much are tried, Too harassed, to attain Wordsworth's sweet calm, or Goethe's...

...poorest believer in Rome.* * " But we, brought forth and reared in hours Of change, alarm, surprise,— What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Too fast we live, too much are tried, Too harassed, to attain Wordsworth's sweet calm, or Goethe's...