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    • Blue-Stocking Revels;

      Blue-Stocking Revels;

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      Blue-Stocking Or The Feast Of The By Lei...

      What knowledge he has of old Midnight ;—how sleeps In a room never heard of , within the salt deeps;—And how he contrives to lodge westward , yet rise , The very next day , t ' other side of the skies .

      For my part , I ' m not for subjecting the powers Of gods to this poor comprehension of ours ; And think it would better become one ' s two legs To withdraw , when such flights must be squared with such pegs Yet voices there are , in the Muses' bye places , Will answer such questions , when brought with right faces ;

      And these have disclos'd , that when Phoebus puts up In that seeming wethiouse , there ' s a great Golden Cup , Vulcanian , self-steered , —which receives him and his , Horses , chariot and all , ( so enormous it is ) , And tilting through ocean , north eastward , goes round

      Half the globe of the earth , with a sleep-washing sound , And carries him , calm on a bed , behind night-time , Till touching the east , he wakes just at the right time , And landing ' midst hills of those odorous roses , His face , all good-nature and glory , discloses .

      Imagine this voyage of gold through the dark ! The god of all goldenness in a gold barque , Calm-sleeping , lone-tilting ! no need of a sail , For the stream bears him on ; while his beams , thro * $ ome veil Never heard of , mysterious , shoot sparely in bars Of gold , just sufficient to bring out the stars ; And this is the reason , why still , through dark night , While the sky sees the ocean , ' tis sprinkled with light .

      But now you must know , that like other bright souls , Phoebus cares not for ev'ry dull curfew that tolls , But often pays visits at night-time , and sits Conversing till morning with beauties and wits In guise of some talker renown'd , —my Carlyle ,

      Jeffrey , Wilson , or Wordsworth;—joy listens the while ;—And in case he ' s too late for Aurora , they say , Some proxy , I know not who , brings up the day ; Which is likely ;—for after a night such as that , The day , you may notice , is terribly flat .

      Well ; the eve of last May-day , his work being done , Apollo sat playing his lute in the sun , ( 2 ) For an account of this beautiful and convenient fiction , see K eight ley _'« Mythology , pp . 55 and 228 . I can never mention Jthis work , the only real mythology in the language , without an earnest wish to recommend it to the lover of poetry .

      Blue-Stocking Revels;

      Blue-Stocking Revels ;

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1837, page 34, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/mrp_01071837/page/32/