...wiser thoughts and feelings blot Our passions from our brain. " But each day brings its petty dust, OUT soon choked souls to fill ; And we forget because...temples of Egypt or the tombs of the Campagna, not controlled, transmuted, reasoned down. It is the same, too, usually with our faults. " Time " cures...

...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will. But this is not prosaic. It does not, indeed, read as if it woe written spontaneously, and it comes...

...that not A nobler, calmer train Of wiser thoughts and feelings blot Our passions from our brain. " But each day brings its petty dust, Our soon choked souls...temples of Egypt or the tombs of the Campagna, not controlled, transmuted, reasoned down. It is the same, too, usually with our faults. " Time " cures...

...expressed is expressed once for all. Such a stanza as ' But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will,' takes us back from the age of word-painting and novel combinations in language and rhythm, of superabundant...

...sobbed and cried like a child. CHAPTER VIII. " But each day brings its petty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will." MATTHEW ARNOLD. r I ""HE condition of absent-minded listlessness into which Allegra began to fall,...

...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will. " A painful truth, no doubt, which few — only a very happy few — will venture to deny ; but obviously...

...of his life. CHAPTER XXX. A FEAST OF LANTERNS. . . ' Each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.' M. ARNOLD. CHAPTER XXX. DR. FAIRLIE went down to Norwood by an afternoon train. He found Magdalen at...

...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must And not because we will.' But we can will not to forget ; ' we can set a watch on our constancy,' as I have already quoted George...

...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.' Poems, ' Absence,' p. 198. So also Cicero speaks of ' prima in animis, quasi virtutum igniculi ct semina.'...

...Silver Lining. WM. TATLOCK, zd, WILLIAMS, '88. "But each day brings its petty dust "Our soon-choked souls to fill, " And we forget because we must, "And not because we will. — MATHEW ARNOLD. Each day its petty dust doth bring : Each day the linnets sweetly sing : And yet...