...relations, and get abroad in the world to come." And long before, "A new state of things stagmer holidays, the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, society and its good cheer, candlelight and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities and jests,...

...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...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...

...face of town and country; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and the sweet security of the streets . . . Sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of the fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and...

...rooted up without blood. They do not wfllingly 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...

...Ká\\íffToi> алгср éf6a5í). Farnell quotes the " Essays of Elia " (' New Year's Eve ') : " Sun and sky, and breeze and solitary walks, and summer...fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes — do these things go out with life?" — 1. Cf. X 93 TÍITT' aSr', и доутуче, \чгшч 0áos...

...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...

...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...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lnviitiau shores. A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself-—do these things go out with life ? And you, my midnight darlings, my Folios ; must I part...