...with all its soothing tones and harsh discordances ; that he might— "In this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;" all too soon the spell is broken, frequently by the wail of the ubiquitous weka, the clear ringing...

...world', where men can 'fleet the time carelessly' : whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll 'd to church, If ever sat...

...to our table. WILLIAM. of stern commandment. But whate'er you are that in this desert inaccessible, under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time— if ever you have looked on better days and know what tis to pity and be pitied, let gentleness my strong...

...be disagreeable; and though we have not opportunities of breathing the pure Arcadian air, and cannot 'under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;'30 we may enjoy ourselves over a glass of punch or a dish of tea: nor are we destitute of friends...

...if not now molested, wave yet for a century above these ingenious idlers who delight to — "— — under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time." Too much praise can hardly be accorded to the activity of the officer, who, in five months, has reared...

...on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are i io That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time: If ever you have looked on better days; If ever been where bells have knolled to church; If ever sat...

...they are a litany for the breaking of a spell: But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs. Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time: If ever you have looked on better days; If ever been where bells have knotted to church: If ever sat...

...put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time behavior If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever...

...therefore I put on the countenance of stern command; but whatever men you are that in this desert, under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time, if ever you have looked on better days, if ever you have been where bells have knolled to church, if...