...! Thou through the fields and through the wood dost stray, Roaming the country-side, a truant boy, Nursing thy project in unclouded joy, And every doubt...aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rifeFly hence, our contact fear ! Still fly, plunge deeper in the bowering wood ! Averse, as Dido did...

...sordid actualities of the present time : her heart was with the people of the old heroic days, 104 " Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife." The sumptuous colour of Verona in the Middle Ages and not...

...particular mood which is specially characteristic of Arnold. In the " Scholar Gipsy" he laments " the strange disease of modern life," " With its sick hurry, its divided aims ;" speaks of us " light half -believers of our casual creeds ;" tells how the wisest of us takes dejectedly...

...doth forever chase That flying and elusive shadow, rest.1 In the " Scholar-Gipsy " he complains of This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts. Happy, in comparison, is the "Scholar-Gipsy:" Free from the sick fatigue,...

...emotions and reason, and he was thus eminently fitted to be the poetic exponent of what he calls "... this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts."1 Arnold felt that there were too much hurry and excitement in the age....

...only friend, Sad patience, too near neighbour to despair— Roaming the country-side, a truant boy, Nursing thy project in unclouded joy, And every doubt long blown by time away. dost stray, O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames...

..."The Scholar Gipsy." he breaks forth once more into the old note of condemnation and regret: — " O born in days when wits were fresh and clear. And life ran gayly as the sparkling Thames, Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its...

..." The Scholar Gipsy.* he breaks forth once more into the old note of condemnation and regret — wO born in days when wits were fresh and clear. And life ran gayly as the sparkling Thames, Before this strange disease of modern life. With its sick hurry, its...

...lazy indifference to the lapse of time which it suggests are refreshing to those who suffer from — This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'er-taxed, its palsied hearts. And then those mild symposia at " the honest ale-house where we may...

...thine. Thou through the fields and through the woods dost stray, Roaming the country-side, a truant boy, Nursing thy project in unclouded joy, And every doubt long blown by time away. O bora in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames ; Before this...