...Wordsworth's habit of dwelling as much upon the rest of the universe as upon man, has given his poetry an air of greater joyfulness and sunshine than it could...carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. 1 One who had died of a broken heart. With nature do they never wage A foolish strife ; they see A...

...for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...therefore may say, with the poet, of their birds, that— The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet, "when they will. The birds of America have a decidedly handsomer plumage than those of Great Britain, but are not such...

...for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they wilL With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " The blackbird in the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose...carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife : they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when- they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. The blackbird in the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose...carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife : they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...what Age takes away, Than what it leaves behind. ' The blackbird amid leafy trees— The lark above the hill Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. ' With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...for what age takes away, Thau what it leaves behind. " The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. " With nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful...

...for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. " The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. « With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age " But...