...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Though the deep heart of existence beat forever like a boy's ? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers ; and I linger...Hark ! my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle horn — They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn ; Shall it not be scorn...

...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Tho' the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy's ? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger...comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Eull of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding...

...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Though the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy's? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers ; and I linger...and more. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and lie bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his rest. Hark ! my...

...honour, found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in, a sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger...individual withers, and the world is more and more. They intended to reach Blxeter before night, but darkness overtook them while they were still many...

...had settled down. Yet is not this the common experience for the first fourfifths of life at least ? Knowledge comes, but Wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience moving towards the stillness of his rest. CLXII I. I must acknowledge the truth of what you say in the main,...

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...song we sometime heard, and in the ivords of Tennyson : ' Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and we linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.' " All the arts which pertain to humanity have a certain common bond, and are held together, as it were,...

...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Though the deep heart of existence beat forever like a boy's ? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers ; and I linger...Hark ! my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle horn — •They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn ; Shall it not be scorn...

...reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Tho' the deep heart of existence beat forever like a boy's? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger...breast. Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillaess of his rest. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn. They to whom my...

...boy's T Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the short. And the individual withers, aud the world is more and more. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Pull of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his restITnrk, my merry comrades call me, sounding...