...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt...early homestead! The yearnings which I used to have toward it in those unfledged years ! How, in my dreams would my native town, far in the west, come...

...and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. 0 the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have toward it in those unfledged years ! How, in my dreams would my native town, far in the west, come...

...retraces the impressions, and revives the recollections of his boyhood, he touchingly observes : 0 the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early...unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town, (far in the West,) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and,...

...seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, I hey all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. Oh the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have...

...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt...unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and...

...seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, I hey all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. Oh the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have...

...should have cared for me, were far away. Those few acquaintances of theirs, which they could reckon on being kind to me in the great city, after a little...and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. 0, the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have...

...them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all faiL ed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates....unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and...

...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt...of separating a poor lad from his early homestead 1 The yearnings which I used to have toward it in those unfledged years ! How, in my dreams would my...

...vice they could in the metropolis — those " friendless holidays " — how Coleridge loathed them. "0 the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early...in the west) with its churches and trees and faces ! " Such reminiscences may have crept in, and made the real anxieties of life seem less stern. They...