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t P % Jjfg yy § J £ eP > ? Win of Beajh , t on tfie grpimdL aha still as any stone ; A y ery Corpse ^ save yielding forth ' a breath . — ^' bqdyfs ' r ^ k the tjuiet of theheart . Me trav ^ iFg ease ^ the still iiigfitV feer * was he , A n ^' of our life ift eartti the better part , Reaver of siffht , and yet in whom we see
Things oft that tiAe , and oft that never be ; Without respect esteeming equally King Croesus' pomp , and Irus' poverty .
On he , ? ( famine ) whije we thus firmjy fixed our pyes , TKaJ blec | . for rutb of such a dreary sight , jjQ ! suddenly she sjirjeked in so jijige wise , A § rfi 9 $ e Uell ga < te § to skiver witty %% e might .
Observe the line marked in italics in tr ^ e tqllqwinff passaere . it may b < e calfea th e swWjme of mud arid dirt ! Perhaps Shakspeare took from it his
" hell-brotli" that " ^ fe W $ bubbles ; " but thp cpnsistenoy is here thicjcer and more horrid , —a bog of ( Jeafb : —
Hencefrom when scarce I could mine eyes wi | lidraw That filled with tears as doth the springing well , '
We passed on so far forth till we saw Rude Acheron , a loathsome lake to tell , That toils and bubs up sr & elth as black as hell . Thence came we to the horror and the hell , The large great kingdom ^ and the dreadful reign Of I ^ lttto in his throne where he did dwell ,
The wide waste places , and the hugie plain , The waitings , shrieks , and sundry sorts of pain , Thie si ^ te , the sobs , thb deep arid deadly groan , Earthy air , ariji all , resoiitiilirig plaint and moan .
Sackville has been gathered info ^ coltectiprip of British poetry . So ought Sir Walter Ralei g h , w | ipse poems have been lately published in a voliitme under the elegant care of Sir Egeftoh BrydgeV or Mr Sihgje ^—we know-not which ; for * ' ' we hdve iipfbrtuiiateiy missed a si g ht qf it . Raleigh wa ^ " a genuine po ^ t , spoilt toy ¥% ht h & s sppilt ij $ jrnany meh
otherwise great , — his rival Essjex included , —|; he ascendancy of Ms # ill . I | is will thrust itself befbfe his tinderstanding , — -the impeticius" part of his energy before tlie rational or the loving ; a ^ pd hence the failure , eveii m hi $ worldly views , of one of the most aecbmplishpd of men . We canri fjt isay , th ^ t like Bicoii , He tad xio heart ; otherwise he could
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° Jf St¥*Im Wk* K$M Wittm I' M*H. ** 1
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 1, 1837, page 411, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/mrp_01121837/page/43/
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