...born for immortality. W. Wordsworth CCLXXX YOUTH AND AGE T TERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, V Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — • Both were mine ! Life went a-maylng With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er...

...The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.1 YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,...feeding, like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ? — Ah, woful when ! Ah...

...poems, and found some encouragement in his piece, entitled " Youth and Age," wherein he says — " VERSE — a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope...feeding like a bee — Both were mine ! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy." I argued this point mentally for some days, and at last resolved...

...and found some encouragement in his piece, entitled " Youth and Age," wherein he says— " VERSE—a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy." I argued this point mentally for some days, and at last resolved...

...Panama, the voyage to China would be more speedy, agreeable and safe than the usual route by Cape Horn. YOUTH AND AGE. Verse, a breeze "mid blossoms straying,...feeding, like a bee— Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young ?—Ah, woful when ! Ah...

...innocent, and happy. Coleridge, in his verses on Youth and Age, makes exquisite use of the phrase : " Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope...feeding like a bee — Both were mine : Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young. When I was young ! Ah, woeful when ! Ah, for...

...little channels in the sand, and by toying with the seaweed that was fastened to the cobbles — " When I was young! ah woful when ! Ah, for the change 'twixt now and then ! " Still, even now, still loving the ocean, I have a place on the mountain — half hut, half cavern—my...

...before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! Charles Wolfe. YOUTH AND AGE. ERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding like a bee — Both were mine ! LIFE went a-maying With NATURE, HOPE, and POESY, When I was young ! When I was young ! ah, woeful when ! Ah,...

...money than your brother, but you must not squander it. It is more blessed to give than to receive. When I was young ? Ah, woful when ! Ah, for the change 'twixt now and then ! Ere I was old ? Ah, woful ere ! Which tells me youth's no longer here. LESSON LIV. God save you all,...

...drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an object cannot live. YOUTH AND AGE. VERSE, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying,...POESY, When I was young ! When I was young?— Ah, woeful WHEN ! Ah for the Change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing House not built with hands, This...