...them into misbeeoming plight Virtue eould see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though d eloquenee, native to famous wits Or hospitable,...retirement, where the Attie bird Trills her thiek-warbled no Were all too ruffled, and sometimes Impair'd. He that has light within his own elear breast May sit...

...shut myself up." " ' The occasion ?' asked Tremaine. " ' Why, wisdom's self, you know, * Oft seeks a sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse...grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruined, and sometimes impair'd.' " ' But seriously, it was to recover the bent of my mind...

...often shut myself up." v< The occasion ?" asked Tremaine. " Why wisdom's self, you know, ' Oft seeks a sweet retired solitude, * Where, with her best nurse,...her wings, ' That in the various bustle of resort ' Were all too ruffled, and sometime impair'd." "But seriously, it was to recover the bent of my mind...

...often shut myself up." " The occasion ?" asked Tremaine. " Why wisdom's self, you know, ' Oft seeks a sweet retired solitude, ' Where, with her best nurse,...She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, ' 'lliat in the various bustle of resort ' Were all too ruffled, and sometime impair'd." " But seriously,...

...retired solitude, AVhere with her best nurse, Contemplation, 3 Hrlynt, Hist. des Ordres Monastiques, ti She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. But this kind of seclusion is not to be found in a monastery,...

...naturally desire to have some time to itself, undisturbed by the calls of business, or even of friendship : And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse, Contemplation, 3 Helyot, Hi«.t. des Ordres Monastiquen, ti She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wing», That...

...into mis-becoming plight. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's...grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit...

...solitude and silence the forms which imagination bodies forth? What wisdom is so noble as that " Which seeks to sweet retired Solitude ; Where, with her...her wings, That, in the various bustle of resort, Were ail-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd." The most touching passages to be found in books, are...

...into misbecoming plight. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were In the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's...She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, Th.u in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd : He that has light...

...woodland banks, where Milton says — Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; vOL. I. I Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes...grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. Camus. The lesser Periwinkle, Vinca Minor, is the most...