...childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is ill my ears, Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser...blackbird in the summer trees. The lark upon the hill, l*t loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. "With Nature never do they wage...

...childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears, Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser...black-bird in the summer trees, The lark upon th'e hill,, . I ,ct loose- their carols when they please* '^&rc quiet when they will. " With Nature never do tJiey...

...childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For' the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind y Mourns less for what age takes away ' Than what it leaves behind. " The Blackbird in the summer trees,...

...heart is idly stirr'd, < •.- ' •• For the same sound is in my ears . Which in these days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay ; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what time takes away, Than what he leaves behind. Well, time cures every wound, and though the scar may...

...Has oftencr left me mourning." or in a still higher strain the six beautiful quatrains, page 134. " Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away That what it leaves behind. The Blackbird in the summer trees, The Lark upon the hill, Let loose their...

...objects which exhibit none of the harshness and discrepancy of the human world. " The blackbird on the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose...carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. * One who had died of a broken heart. «' With nature do they never wage A foolish strife ; they see...

...objects which exhibit none of the harshness and discrepancy of the human world. •• The blackbird on the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose...carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. * One who had died of a broken bent. " With nature do they never wage A foolish strife ; they see A...

...objects which exhibit none of the harshness and discrepancy of the human world. " The blackbird on the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose...carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. * One who had died of a broken heart. S " With nature do they never wage A foolish strife ; they see...

...childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in these days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns; less for what time takes away, Than what he leaves behind. Well, time cures every wound, and though the scar may...

...to shave your head again. Do you think to frighten the barber, Mr Squire ?——" LETTER TO PR ESQ. The blackbird in the summer trees, The lark upon the...they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife,—they see A happy youth : and their old age Is beautiful and free. But we are press'd by heavy...