...can not shut the. windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You can not bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns,...: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave. Come then, my Muse, and raise a bolder song; Come, lig no more upon the bed of sloth, Dragging the...

...bright'ning face : You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams, at eve. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,...: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave !" Bat meanwhile the business of the day stands still, which is not convenient. The lists contained...

...cannot rob me of free Nature's grace; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet...: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave. [From The Cattle of Indolence.] THE STATE OF THE WOULD HAD ME If LIVED AT EASE. HAD unambitious mortals...

...her brightning face: You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns by living streams at eve. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,...Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave." ' No sooner had I concluded than I heard a voice, exclaiming : "Extremely well, *pon my honour 5 and...

...brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams, at *TC : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I...leave: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave! " Perhaps such ardent enthusiasm may not be compatible with the necessary toils and active offices...

...and lawns, by living slrenmi, at eve Let health my nerves and liner fibres brace, And I their toyi to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me be reave!" Perhaps such ardent enthusiasm may not be compatible with the necessary toils and activi...

...fibres brace, Through which Aurora shows her bnght'ning face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace And I their toys to the great children leave: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave!" Perhaps such ardent enthusiasm may not be compatible with the necessary toils and active offices which...

...bnght'oing fact; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living streams, at ere: Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I...leave: Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave !n Perhaps such ardent enthusiasm may not be compntble with the necessary toils and active offices...

...rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face. You cannot bar my constant feet...— Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave !" CHAPTER VI. PUBLICATIONS. "Another and another still succeeds." SHAKSPEARE. LET not the reader imagine...

...Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the -windows of the sky, Thro' which Aurora shews her brightening foce ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods...Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.* Perhaps such ardent enthusiasm may not be compatible with the necessary toils, and active offices,...