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of this description . He does not construe its laws in their utmost strictness , but it still presents impediment enough to display a graceful power , only surpassed amongst living writers by that of Wordsworth . The ' Templum Mundi * is a poetical philosophy of the
universe , exhibited as a poetical philosophy is best exhibited , not in the regular arrangement and with the technical details of system building , but by varied views from different points , fragments , particular objects pr impressions , and sometimes momentary glimpses of the entire structure , opening upon the vision like the enchanted- castle in the Valley of St . Jonn .
Although a brick may not serve as a specimen of a house , any more than a quotation of a work of science , yet of such a temple as that whereof we speak , with its towers , and pinnacles , and clustering pillars , and rich tracery , and delicate foliage in eternal marble , tnere may be a specimen , even perchance in some minutest ornament , which shall by its peculiar beauty convey distinct notice of the artist ' s skill ; and such we find in this quaint fragment of fretwork :
'BIRDS AND THOUGHTS . 'Oh ! I am weary Of this being dreary : Sweet birds ! sweet birds ! The winter is around ye ; And ice and snow
Wrap all below ; Above , the air Is cold , and J > are Each bough , And the frozen breezes wound ye ; That , wherever ye fly , On the earth , or on high , [ Ye find no rest , Nor food , nor nest , Sweet birds ! sweet birds !
Oh ! I am weary Of this being dreary : Sweet birds ! sweet birds ! Our thoughts like ye must ever , In this cold world ,
With wings half furled , Make voyage bare , Till by despair They ' re whirled Around , and peace find never ; And , sinking or soaring , Earth or heaven exploring , They still mutt flee Joytafji like y * , Sweet birds ! sweet birds !
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454 Mundi et Cordu Cannina .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1835, page 454, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2647/page/18/
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