...of Jove's court My mansion ii where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial «pirita live insphered. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth. Milton's ' Comus ' My lott William, thou in whom Some bright spirit lived and did That decaying robe...

...of the river of time, calm and heaving, beckoning me on to those pure and tranquil seats, " beyond the smoke and stir of this dim spot which men call earth," that even now I forget the frailty of time ; my limbs regain a momentary alertness, my eyes are ignorant...

...thorn." POPE. And, alas ! with the " shades " fled the imaginative character of the poetry. Again, — " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care Confined, and pestered in this pin-fold here." And now for Pope once more...

...repeat queries are requested to head the second communication " Duplicate." A DILIGENT READER. — Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. Milton, ' Comns.' Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. Wordsworth, ' Lines on Tmtern Abbey.'...

...communings with the spirit of Beauty, his own Egeria of the woods and fields, — he who can lift us — " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth — " to a brighter world of loveliness and beauty, — he has the best claim to be considered a true...

...When thus amusing themselves, these gulls may boast, that " In regions mild of calm and serene air Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth," they hold their court. The time given to this flight is not at the expense of their feeding hours,...

...truth, raised the minds of both to a kind of happy residence ' In regions mild, of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth — ' be ridiculous to say he had no imperfections ; he felt them ; he often mourned over them, and...

...those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth ; and, with low-thoughted care Confined and pestered in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail...

...the " Crescent Moon," Might upon reasonable terms be got To bear my Muse and me, some afternoon, " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth ;" for I'm quite out of tune — Made hippish by eternal common-places — And business, — and uninteresting...

...those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air, n and, with low-thoughted core Confin'd and pester'd in this pinfold here. Strive to keep up a frail...