human
Hardly, I think! As little helped his brow The cloak then, Father--as your grate helps now!
gpt
in the astringent and the gritty; but no one knew better, when he chose, to wed his
human
with
gpt
The falling-off of the present volume compared with _Men and Women_ or _Dramatis Personæ_ lay less in the lack of either quality than in his failure to bring them together. Of the
human
there is plenty; but the choicest aroma comes from that
gpt
--the fragrant reminiscences--which the poet affected to despise. The epilogue ends, incorrigibly, with a promise to
human
the cavilling reader henceforward with