Think. Level 1. Student's Book with Online Workbook and Online Practice

In this state the old gentleman came back and found me, a cowboy to all appearance, lost, tear-drowned in Swinburne. «I think that's my book,» he said calling me back to dull reality. «Surely,» I replied bowing; «but what magnificent poetry, and I never heard of Swinburne before.» «This is his first book, I believe,» said the old gentleman, «but I'm glad you like his verses.» «Like,» I cried, «who could help adoring them?» and I let myself go to recite the Prosperpine: From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever Gods may be That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. «Why, you've learned it by heart!» cried the old man in wonder. «Learned,» I repeated, «I know half the book by heart: if you had stayed away another half hour, I'd have known it all,» and I went on reciting for the next ten minutes. «I never heard of such a thing in my life,» he cried. «Fancy a cowboy who learns Swinburne by merely reading him ...»