...conceals, Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. .'3 There was a Boy, ye knew him well, ye Cliffs And Islands of Winander ! many a time, At evening, when the stars had just begun To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone,...

...conceals;— " Never to blend our Pleasure or our Pride " With.Sorrow of the meanest thing that. feds:.' THERE was a Boy, ye knew him well, ye Cliffs And Islands of Wlnaiuler! many a time, At evening, when die stars had just begun To move along the edges of the hills,....

...the Imagination." We turn to the poem, and receive the following piece of intelligence :— " There was a boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander !" This boy's favourite amusement was to hoot like an owL The operation ia thus described : " With...

...IMAGINATION. I. THERE was a Boy ; ye knew him well, ye Cliffs Vnd islands of Winander ! — many a time, \.t evening, when the earliest stars began To move along...the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, ieneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake ; A.nd there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed...

...seems to be either ignorant or ashamed of such productions as the following : THERE WAS A BOY. There was a Boy ; ye knew him well, ye Cliffs And islands of Winandcr ! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along- the edges of the...

...the imagination." We turn to the poem, and receive the following piece of intelligence :— "There was a boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander!" This boy's favourite amusement was to hoot like an owl. The operation is thus described : " With fingers...

...the imagination." We turn to the poem, and receive the following piece of intelligence : — " There was a boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander!" This boy's favourite amusement was to hoot like an owl. The operation is thus described : " With fingers...

...when He was gone ! IU05. POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION. POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION. THERE WAS A BOY. THERE was a. Boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands...with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely pahu to pahu and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent...

...POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION. THERE WAS A BOY. THERE was a Boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And island« of Winander ! — many a time, At evening, when the...lake ; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Prosed closely palm to palm and to bis mouth i Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings...

...forgets himself." — p. 121. Then comes a brief episode already well known to Wordsworthians ; " There was a boy : ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander !" followed by some good wishes for the rising generation. " Simplicity in habit, truth in speech,...