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...as one reads, calls up the fair vision of one's last days at Eton when, as Charles Kingsley wrote : All the world is young, lad. And all the trees are...And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen. How bright the faces seem, even at this long distance of years, how the memories come back and weave...

...very sweet, and very sad ; and that was enough for them. And these are the. words of it 363 SONG. WHEN all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are...horse, lad, And round the world away : Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are...

...these are the words of it. 362 SONG. WHEN all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are greon ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen...horse, lad, And round the world away : Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are...

...very sweet and very sad, and that was enough for them. And these are the words of it : — BONO. When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; Anil every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round...

...fictitious characters — an old woman singing at her wheel — these exquisite lines : — " When ail the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green,...a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for hoot and horse, lad ! And ride the world away ! Young hlood must have its course, lad, And every dog...

...UNDER HIS BOOP IX THE ORKNET ISLES, THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED BY HIS FRIEND, THE AUTHOR. b (N) pnsms. " Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away : Young blood will have it3 swinp, lad, And every dog his day." PROFESSOR KINOSLEY. * ME came back with a blood filly...

...love-ecstasies and agonies; your young dreams of noble aims and attainments ; that sweet, if unreal time, ' When all the world Is young, lad. And all the trees are green. And every gooee a swran, lad, And ercry lass a queen ¡' the pure, wholesome novel, read in your holiday, will...

...young days of which the poet sings — " When all the world was young, lad, And all the trees were green, And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen," merely loved a memory — that he might as well have addressed his Sonnets to Chlorio as to Stella,...