...existence beat forever like a boy's ! Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the -90 shore, And the individual withers, and the world is...experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest.} w Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn, They to whom my foolish passion were...

...living hues of art As we read we recall to mind a couplet from the first ballad of " Locksley Hall : " Knowledge. comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears...experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest [Original Poetry-.] SHELLEY. One heart of all the hearts of men, Tameless nor free, Plunged for a moment...

...Mr. Arnold would call them, preserve the variety of the species at a time when " Knowledge comes and wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the...individual withers, and the world is more and more." There is however a broad distinction to be drawn between different kinds of heretics. We are all acquainted...

...but wisdom lingers, and I linperon tlie shore, And the individual withers, aud Uio world u more ami more. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he...bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving towards the Blillne&s of his rest. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn. They...

...an organism—is an undeniable fact, which individualists recognise as readily as socialists:— " Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger...individual withers, and the world is more and more." The whole history of civilisation is the history of a struggle to establish a relation between society...

...an organism—is an undeniable fact, which individualists recognise as readily as socialists:— " Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger...individual withers, and the world is more and more." The whole history of civilisation is the history of a struggle to establish a relation between society...

...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys. Though the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy'st Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; and I linger...Hark ! my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle horn — They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn ; Shall it not be scorn...

...notes, I have mainly drawn upon my own thought and experiences of life. A poet of our own has said: " Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving towards the stillness of his rest." I do not think that the epithet must necessarily be a true one....

...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Tho' the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy's? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger...They to whom my foolish passion were a target for thei.* scorn: Bhall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string ? I am shamed thro' all...

...ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears...experience moving toward the stillness of his rest. Not in vain the distance beckons. Forward, forward let us range; Let the great world spin forever down...