...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores, A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself- — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant...

...— Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holydays, and the greenness of fields, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle-light,...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these go out with life ? " In this catalogue of earthly delights the best and highest of all...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new stnte of being staggers me. " Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle light, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities and jests, and irony iteelf—do these...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. " Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle light, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities and jests, and irony itself— do these...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. " Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and femes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle light, and fireside conversations, and innocent...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle, light and fire-side conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself- —...

...sky, breeze and solitary walks, summer-holidays and the greenness of fields, and the juices of meat and fishes, and society and the cheerful glass, and candle-light and fireside conversations, and jests, and irony,—do not these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh and shake his gaunt sides,...

...sky, breeze and solitary walks, summer-holidays and the greenness of fields, and the juices of meat and fishes, and society and the cheerful glass, and candle-light and fireside conversations, find jests, and irony, — do not these things go out with life? Can a ghost laugh and shake his gaunt...

...not willingly seek Lavinian shores. " Sun and sky," he asks, humorously, yet wistfully, tearfully, " and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays,...innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself— do these things go out with life?" He wants to know if a ghost can laugh, or shake his gaunt sides,...