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I chose this humbleness divine,
Preferring prayers elate with pride
CONCEPTION AND EXECUTION.
We figure to ourselves
JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE.
FROM "THE TEMPEST," ACT IV. SC. 1.
Of its own beauty is the wind diseased,
The Excursion, Book iv.
A single step, that freed me from the skirts
And, as imagination bodies forth
The Mind's Eve.
father. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc... SHAKESPEARE, į
HORATIO. O! where, my lord ! O for a muse of fire, that would ascend
In my mind's eye, Horatio, The brightest heaven of invention !
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. King Henry V., Chorus,
On man, on nature, and on human life, Hark, his hands the lyre explore !
Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,
Fair trains of imagery before me rise, Scatters from her pictured urn
Accompanied by feelings of delight, Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed. Progress of Poesy.
T. GRAY. I The Excursion : Prelude.
But 0, what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Avaunt ! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll?
thee! Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ;
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, The Bard.
T. Gray. Which thou dost glare with!
Hence, horrible shadow!
| Unreal mockery, hence !
MILTON. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Can either sex assume, or both,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day ; aud at his warning, Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil.
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies Paradise Lost, Book i.
To his confine.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. I.
Hamle: Act iii. Sc. 4.
SHAKESPEARE. 'T is the djinns' wild-streaming swarın
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Whistling in their tempest-flight;
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm,
| Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. Like a pine-flame crackling bright;
King Richard III , Ad v. Sc. 3.
What are these,
So withered, and so wild in their attire ; But shapes that come not at an earthly call
That look not like the iuhabitants o' the earth, Will not depart when mortal voices bid ;
And yet are on 't?
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. – Whither have they
vanished ? GHOSTS OF THE DEAD.
MACBETH. Into the air, and what seemed MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it; never
As breath into the wind.
Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 3.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart. Led you to Duncan.
Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. i.
MACBETH. Pr'ythee, see there ! behold ! look !
FAIRIES lo ! how say you ?
They're fairies ! he that speaks to them shall die: The times have been, I'll wink and couch ; no man their sports must That, when the brains were out, the man would eye. die,
Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, This is the fairy land : 0, spite of spites ! And push us from our stools.
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites. | Comedy of Errors, Act ij. Sc.2.
I took it for a faery vision
Those are pearls that were his eyes : Of some gay creatures of the element,
Nothing of him that doth fade, That in the colors of the rainbow live
But doth suffer a sea-change And play i' th' plighted clouds.
Into something rich and strange. Comus.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : ARIEL Where the bee sucks, there suck 1:
[Burden] Ding-dong. In a cowslip's bell I lie ;
| Hark! now I hear them, - Ding-dong, bell.
The Tempest, Act i. Sc. I.
Listen where thou art sitting, Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
In twisted braids of lilies knitting The Tempest, Ac v Sc. 1.
The loose train of thy am ber-dropping hair. Puck. How now, spirit, whither wander you?! Listen for dear honor's sake, Fairy. Over hill, over dale,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save.
Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting place so fair To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ;
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art In their gold coats spots you see ;
Or wert, - a young Aurora of the air, Those be rubies, fairy favors,
The nympholepsy of some fond despair ;
Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common votary there
Too inuch adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. : SHAKESPEARE.
forth. Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Childe Harold, Cant. iv.
BYRON. Merry Wives of Windsor, Adv. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE
Quite spent and out of breath he reached the
And, listening fearfully, he heard once more WATER SPRITES.
The low voice murmur “Rhæcus !" close at hand: Come unto these yellow sands,
Whereat he looked around him, but could see And then take hands ;
Naught but the deepening glooms beneath the Court'sied when you have, and kissed
oak. The wild waves whist,
Then sighed the voice, “O Rhæcus ! nevermore Foot it featly here and there ;
Shalt thou behold me or by day or night, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Me, who would fain have blessed thee with a love Hark, hark !
More ripe and bounteous than ever yet
Filled up with nectar any mortal heart;
But thou didst scorn my humble messenger, Bough, wowgh.
And sent'st him back to me with bruised wings. Hark, hark! I hear
We spirits only show to gentle eyes, The strain of strutting chanticleer
We ever ask an undivided love. Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
And he who scorns the least of Nature's works
Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all. Full fathom five thy father lies
Farewell ! for thou canst never see me more." Of his bones are coral made :
J. R. LOWELL,
And though the hand is througed again, o Lea,
Point H. Dana