“Youth pastures in a valley of its own: The glare of noon--the rains and winds of heaven Mar not the calm yet virgin of all care. But ever with sweet joys it buildeth up The airy halls of life.” SOPH. _Trachim_. 144-147. “My meaning in’t, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid * * * * yet, who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?” _All’s Well that Ends Well_, Act iv. Sc. 3.…
Your support pays for translating these classics into more languages.
Support for $12/month DonateSubscribers read with instant translation, without waiting for the free daily limit.