I chose this humbleness divine, Preferring prayers elate with pride JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE. AIRY NOTHINGS. FROM "THE TEMPEST," ACT IV. SC. 1. OUR revels now are ended. These our actors, SHAKESPEARE. CLOUD-VISIONS. A step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapor, opened to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul! The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city, - boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendor, - without end! | Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed; there, towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars, - illumination of all gems! thee! But O, what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height | Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Which thou dost glare with! Puck. How now, spirit, whither wander you? FAIRY. Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favors, In those freckles live their savors: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 1 SHAKESPEARE. And, listening fearfully, he heard once more Then sighed the voice, "O Rhocus! nevermore Filled up with nectar any mortal heart; We ever ask an undivided love. And he who scorns the least of Nature's works Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all. Farewell for thou canst never see me more." J. R. LOWELL, Rhacus. And though the hand is thronged again, Strange sadness triches all that go O Sea, with thee. The small birds flaming note, the wild, sharp call, spirite it is sadness all! Share thine own How dark & Stein the waves looks down привет виду steep огром Une come to Like stoled monks they stand & chant the diges |