He loved to write at 'large leisure in noble mornings, opened by prayer or by readings of Plato, or whatsoever else is dearest to the Morning Muse. Yet he could not wholly escape the recluse's malady. He confesses that he sometimes craves 'that stimulation which every capricious, languid, and languescent study needs. Carlyle's potent concentration stirs his envy.

One wakes up from it about the beginning of the last week in September. This is what I remember of his poem: An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames; His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes.

One wakes up from it about the beginning of the last week in September. This is what I remember of his poem: An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames; His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes.

One wakes up from it about the beginning of the last week in September. This is what I remember of his poem: An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from arid rances; His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes.