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...lowing of the oxen.* In our age of business and distraction, we are tempted to ask with the poet — " What shelter to grow ripe is ours, What leisure to grow wise ? " which agrees exactly with the words, ad pralum imendere, in pratuli propinqua deieendere. But at...

...His eyes on nature's plan; Neither made man too much a God, Nor God too much a man." • * * • • "But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change,...alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours T What leisure to grow wise?" • * • * • " Too fast we live, too much are tried, Too harass 'd...

...Neither made man too much a God, Nor God too much a man." • * • * * "But we, brought forth and roar'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter...to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise?" * » * • • • "Too fast we live, too much are tried, Too harass'd to attain Wordsworth's sweet...

...Strong was he, with a spirit free From mists, and sane, and clear ; Clearer, how much ! than ours : yet we Have a worse course to steer. For though his manhood bore the blast Of Europe's stormiest time, Yet in a tranquil world was pass'd His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought...

...lonely road, His eyes on nature's plan ; Neither made man too much a God, Nor God too much a man." "But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What ehelter to grow ripe ia ours ? What leisure to grow wise?" ***** " Too fast we live, too much are tried,...

...Strong was he, with a spirit free From mists, and sane, and clear ; Clearer, how much ! than ours : yet we Have a worse course to steer. For though his manhood bore the blast Of Europe's stormiest time, Yet in a tranquil world was passed His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought...

...lowing of the oxen.* In our age of business and distraction, we are tempted to ask with the poet — " What shelter to grow ripe is ours, What leisure to grow wise ? " email lakes nearer ; farther off, the entire plain, like the hills, sowed with villas, towns, and...

...was freer from mists, and much clearer than ours, it was because — ". . . though his manhood boro the blast Of a tremendous time, Yet in a tranquil world was passed His tenderer, youthful prime." To us tranquillity and a tremendous time have both been denied...

...nerves of the next generation, and remembers Matthew Arnold's stanza: But we, brought forth and reared in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours 1 What leisure to grow wise t It is this state of affairs which gives basis to the reply of a cultivated...