... morning mist and evening haze (Unlike this cold grey rhyme), Seem'd woven warm of golden air — When I was in my piime. And blackberries — so mawkish now— Were finely flavoured then ; And nuts — such reddening clusters ripe I ne'er shall pull again. Nor s ...

... thinks of, and she'll make a splendid mull of it, I know. Ay, that she will. Invitations are as cheap and plentiful as blackberries ; everybody has one. The distin- guished thing now is, not to be going, but to be stopping away. Yet, for all that, I would ...