...metaphors solaot 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...and country ; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and tho sweet security of streets. I would set up my tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at tho...

...solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, and reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. I...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. CHARLES LAMB. FOR who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resign'd, Left...

...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...and reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. I 20 am in love with this green earth; the face of town and country ; the unspeakable rural solitudes,...

...that world wherein thou now findest thyself. Thou lovedst this world, and wert not afraid to say so. " I am in love with this green earth ; the face of town...unspeakable rural solitudes, and the sweet security of the streets . . . Sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness...

...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...the inevitable course of destiny. I am in love with 5 this green earth ; the face of town and country ; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and the sweet...

...me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide 15 that smoothly bears human life to eternity; and reluct...tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the 20 age to which I am arrived; I, and my friends; to be no younger, no richer, no handsomer. I do not...

...And like some wholesome morning breeze there comes, a little further on, this most humane avowal : I am in love with this green earth; the face of town...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. From th» " Cornhill Edition of Thackeray" tCrowel!) WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY music, and the ballad-singers...

...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;...the inevitable course of destiny. I am in love with S this green earth ; the face of town and country ; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and the sweet...

...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...tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the 313 age to which I am arrived ; I, and my friends : to be no younger, no richer, no handsomer. I do...

...not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide ; and I reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. I am in...the age to which I am arrived ; I, and my friends ! " " Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields,...