at once grant, that when he laid down his pen at the age of ninety, he might justly feel satisfied, that he had used the gift of Poetry throughout his long life in the honest endeavour to make the world the happier 'and better for his having lived in it.' THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY. PART I. Dolce sentier, Colle, che mi piacesti, Ov' ancor per usanza Amor mi mena; Ben riconosco in voi l' usate forme, PETRARCH. |