...brink. 128 My eyes are dim with 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...takes away Than what it leaves behind. The blackbird in the summer trees. The lark upon the hill, l*t loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when...

...lay Beside this Fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears, Which in those days...away Than what it leaves behind. " The black-bird in the summer trees, The lark upon th'e hill,, . I ,ct loose- their carols when they please* '^&rc...

...delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this Fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly...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,...

...delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this Fountain's brink. " My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly...same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. 133 " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away...

...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...

...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...

...arc Jim wkh 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...

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...far-off-rememscoru the introduction of such verses as bered melody, as Wordsworth says, — " Mine eyes are filled with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in mine ears That heretofore I heard." It was this feeling, so truly imbued in most natural and original...

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