...is * gone?" And the turned the page and read again — "But Thyrtis nevermore zee swains thatt tee; See him come back, and cut a smoother reed, And blow...shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer'd thee!" Then, after a pause, she added, "Hotc often I han remembered those words! And how pitiful they...

...smiled sadly. "Where is he gone?" And she turned the page and read again — "But Thyrsis nevermore we swains shall see; See him come back, and cut a...at last shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquered thee!" Then, after a pause, she added, "How often I have remembered those words! And how...

...spring days. With whitening hedges, and unerumpling fern. And blue-bells trembling by the forest ways. And scent of hay new-mown. But Thyrsis never more we swains shall see ... This is imitated from the Epitaphium Bionis (99 ff.): 'Ah, the mallows, when they die in the garden,...

...spring days, With whitening hedges, and uncrumpling fern, And bluebells trembling by the forest ways, And scent of hay new-mown. But Thyrsis never more...at last shall heed— For Time, not Corydon, hath conquered thee!50 His walk eventually leads Arnold to the elm that was the favorite goal of his walks...

...not: light comer, he is flown! What matters it? next year he will return, And we shall have him in the sweet spring-days, With whitening hedges, and uncrumpling...last shall heed For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer'd thee!15 You will perhaps complain that Arnold is always worrying about something, that he is a poet...

...light comer, he is gone ! What matters it ? next year he will return, And we shall have him in the sweet spring-days, With whitening hedges and uncrumpling...at last shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquered thee. Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be ; Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief...

...not! light comer, he is flown! What matters it? next year he will return, And we shall have him in the sweet spring-days, With whitening hedges, and uncrumpling...at last shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquered thee ! Alack, for Corydon no rival now! — But when Sicilian shepherds lost a mate, Some...

...And we shall have him in the sweet spring-days, With whitening hedges, and uncrumpling fern, And the blue-bells trembling by the forest-ways, And scent...shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer'd thee! Alack, for Corydon no rival now ! — But when Sicilian shepherds lost a mate, Some good survivor...