the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.
he was very taken up with it
He had just composed it himself
caressed the cheek with a tingle in its touch, and
the shepherd-boy for the nymphs to woo
That is a thing that strikes me as funny.”