...unmindful of the delusive halo which imagination tlirows around the scenes and memories of eaily life, " Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn." But after making large allowsince for all this, I think I cannot be mistaken in saying that the great...

...from my life. For, 0 ! he stood beside me, like my youth, — Transformed for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn ! Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished — and returns not." Stu. There...

...genius — more especially it is that of the poet — to consecrate the common things of life — " Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn." Time has changed many of them, no doubt ; indeed, we know that ruthless railroad layers have swept...

...his life — in one who stood beside him, like his youth, transformed for him the real to a dream, clothing the palpable and the familiar "with golden exhalations of the dawn." Truthful simplicity marks the description in Scott of a plain, good, sensible, elderly Scotch doctor's...

...from my life. For, O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, — Transformed for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn ! Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished — and returns not." Stu. There...

...sweet fancies, and her children playing around her. Every tree and flower, and tuft of moas that sprang amidst its green recesses, was invested with some...imagination, so skilled in " Clothing the palpable and the ßuniliar With golden exhalations of the dawn." Here, on what the boys would call * mamma's sofa* —...

...sweet fancies, and her children playing around her. Every tree and flower, and tuft of moss that sprang amidst its green recesses, was invested with some...individual charm by that rich imagination, so skilled in •• CMttBi the palpable tut tin tunular With tolden ohalauons of the dawi.ITere, on what the boys...

...brightness as she passes transfigures into things of beauty the dull and harsh common-places of life, " clothing the palpable and the familiar with golden exhalations of the dawn." From the innermost recesses of our nature she calls forth dim fancies, whereof we were scarce conscious,...

...vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished — and returns not. Coun. O be not...

...vanished from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanished — and returns not. Coun. O be not...