...criminal, whose mother never taught him truthfulness and self-denial : and he will say with Byron — " Untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned." In many cases when a dose of medicine is required the mother tells so many lies regarding...

...their parents, nor parents for their children, that there will be no more Byrons to lament that . . "Untaught in youth my heart to tame My springs of life were poisoned" but no end of Popes to exclaim: "My parents never cost me a blush, and their son never cost...

...became, In its u\\ n eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, d universe by universe, Shall tremble in the poison d. 'Tis too late ! [same Yet am 1 changed ; though still enough the In strength to bear what...

...fruit in the waywardness and depravity of her children. In bitterness of spirit, Byron exclaimed: " Untaught in youth, my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned." In his eleventh year, William Renton began a seafaring life at the bottom of the ladder,...

...brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of fantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...pearls. Young life spent in self-neglect will bring self-reproach in later years. Then you will cry, ' Untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned.'" Some women spend their spare moments in visiting for pleasure. Every week, perhaps several...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : '• And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned.1 Tis too late '. Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I changed : though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : 1 And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned.1 Tis too late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...