...busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — » Juv. xi. 21.— Ed, Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a ereature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble...

...simple creed Of Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest, With new-born hope for ever in his breast :— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishing* ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realiz'd....

...creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast :-— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vauishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized,...

...without appeal in «H questions relating to the influence of external uYnfi upon the pure human soul. Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise, But for those obstinate questioning* Of sense, and outward things, Falling from us: vanishing*. Blank misgivings of a creature...

...creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...vanishings ; Blank, misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized ; High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing...

...creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing...

...creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ;...vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized ; High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing...

...eating our own souls, from the sheer impossibility of an answer. These " Obstinate qnestionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings,...realised, High instincts before which our mortal nature Doth tremble like a guilty thing surprised," eternally haunt and trouble ns. "Thus has the bewildered...

...to eating our own soub, from the sheer impossibility of an answer. These " Obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Doth tremble like a guilty tiling...

...questioning! Of MOM and outward things, Fallings from ns, ranisnings, Blank misgiTings of a creature MoTing about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal nature Doth tremble like a guilty thing surprised," eternally haunt and trouble us. "Thus has the bewildered...