This drooping gait, this altered size:
But spring-tide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes.
Life is but thought; so think I will,
That Youth and I are house-mates still.”
FOOTNOTES:
[27] This classification is from Farrar, who has abridged it from Wedgwood, in Phil. Trans. II., 118.
[28] “Chapters on Language” by Rev. F. W. Farrar, D.D., F.R.S.
[29] “Chapters on Language,” p. 104.