...the meal — the rich dates — yellowed over With gold dust divine, And the locust's flesh steeped in the pitcher The full draught of wine, And the sleep...heart and the soul and the senses For ever in joy ! Hast thou loved the white locks of thy father Whose sword thou didst guard When he trusted thee forth...

...quoted in ' N. & Q.,' 8rt 8. viii. 646. JONATHAN BOVOHIKR. How good is man's life here, mere living I How fit to employ The heart and the soul, and the senses For ever in joy 1 PD When to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope and now are past, Mozambic oft at sea north-east...

...the meal — the rich dates — yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the locust's-flesh steeped in the pitcher ; the full draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bullrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How...

...And the meal— the rich dates— yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the locust's-flesh steeped in the pitcher ; the full draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. Another...

...the meal — the rich dates— yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the locust's-flesh steeped in the pitcher ; the full draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river-chaniiel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. Another...

...him of " the wild joys of living :" " How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy !" Then he turns away from this merely animal life, and sings of the human objects of existence —...

...And the meal — the rich dates yellowed over with. gold dust divine, And the locust's-flesh steeped in the pitcher ! the full draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good...

...the meal — the rich dates — yellowed over With gold dust divine, And the locust's flesh steeped in the pitcher, The full draught of wine, And the...fit to employ The heart and the soul and the senses Forever in joy ! Hast thou loved the white locks of thy father Whose sword thou didst guard When he...

...rich dates yellowed over With golddust divine, And the locust's flesh steeped in the pitcher. The foil draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river...soul, and the senses, For ever in joy." — BROWNING. BLSB IV.— BY A DEATH-BED. DEATH is here : more gently tread ; Whisper softly by the dead. Death is...

...showing the lion is couched in his lair. How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses, for ever in joy ! If life, 'mere living,' be indeed such a lovely thing, where is the good of experimenting upon it?...