. Home school of American literature: . rantic,Sees Helens beauty in a brow of Egypt:The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling. Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to , as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown, the poets penTurns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a tricks hath strong , if it would but apprehend some joy,It comprehends some bringer of that joy;Or, in the night, imagining some fear,How easy is a bush supposed a bear! THE FAIRY TO PUCK. Midsummer Over hill, over dale. Thorough bush, thorough br
. Home school of American literature: . rantic,Sees Helens beauty in a brow of Egypt:The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling. Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to , as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown, the poets penTurns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a tricks hath strong , if it would but apprehend some joy,It comprehends some bringer of that joy;Or, in the night, imagining some fear,How easy is a bush supposed a bear! THE FAIRY TO PUCK. Midsummer Over hill, over dale. Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale. Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander than the moons sphere ;As I serve the fairy queen, 4 Nights Dream, Act II, Scene i. To dew her orbs upon the green :The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy those freckles live their savors ;I must go seek some dew-drops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslips ear. 556 WILLIAM In a Cowslips Bell I Lie. ARIELS Tempest, Act V, Scene i. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;In a cowslips bell I lie :There I couch when owls do cry,On the bats back I do fly After summer merrily:Merrily, merrily, shall I live the blossom that hangs on thebough. OBERONS VISION. A Midsummer Nights Dream, Act I/, Scene s. Obe. My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou re- raemberstSince once I sat upon a promontory,And heard a mermaid, on a dolphins back,Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,That the rude sea grew civil at her song;And certain stars shot madly from their hear the sea-maids music. Puck. I remember. Obe. That very time I saw (but thou couldst not),Flying between the cold moon and the earth,Cupid all armed ; a certain aim he tookAt a fair vestal, throned by the west;And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow,As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts:But I might see young Cupids fiery shaft Quenched
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