...of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea * Then, sing ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...mind. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves ! I only have relinquish'd one delight Yet in my heart of hearts...

...And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. No comparison, of course, is to be instituted between this grand declamation and Coleridge's much less...

...same thought is thus dealt with. Forgive me for reciting these familiar passages : — " Then sing ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...death In years that bring the philosophic mind." " And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart...

...see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. X Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in...

...see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. X. Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...through death In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in...

...see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. X. Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in...

...BO bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower — We will grieve...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. 11. And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in...

...sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour ( if splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; AVe will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. Xt. And oh, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet...

...for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, or glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find...mind. And O, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquish'd...

...so bright, Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. EXERCISE CX. EDWARD EYERETT, the distinguished American orator and statesman, was born in Dorchester,...