| 1840 - 454 Seiten
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| 1867 - 796 Seiten
...cities fair," in the meadow-lawn of the farm of Yerecundus, during one of those summer days, which seem to give light and clearness to the intellect, as well...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... | |
| 1855 - 684 Seiten
...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... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1855 - 270 Seiten
...His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds, before We have... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1856 - 386 Seiten
...His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds, before We have... | |
| Matthew Arnold - 1869 - 286 Seiten
...His tenderer youthful prime. But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise— What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds, before We have... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1869 - 998 Seiten
...seen, even if we would : "But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours Of change, alarm, surprise — What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? Like children bathing on the shore, Buried a wave beneath, The second wave succeeds before We have... | |
| George Barnett Smith - 1875 - 448 Seiten
...general, but we believe necessary, observations. Mr. Matthew Arnold asks, in one of his poems — ' What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise?' And then, further on in the same poem, he declares that— ' Too fast we live, too much are tried,... | |
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