wholly and keep him at a high level throughout an entire poem however short he greatly sometimes in single lines or he now and then surprises us with expressions like the weeping magic of my verse or so a line as and keep strayed honour in the true way or a delicious commencement of a poem which falls off as it proceeds such as where the north wind when the south life in the spring and into the scattered or a strange and impressive thought like that comparison of virtue which lost to the world by his friend s death only lives still in some solitary s cell � so mid the ice of the far northern sea a star about the circle may than ours yield clearer light yet that j ut shall serve at the frozen pilot s funeral it is quite consistent with this that the which a poem are with him sometimes vigorous and happy in more than one case this final line or the entire value of the poem take this for instance � and thus there will be left no bird to sing farewell to the waters welcome to the spring or this � ah her vows religious be and her love she vows to me vol ii m t the english poets or this � but virtuous love is one sweet endless fire or this � the bad man s death is horror but the just keeps something of his glory in his dust but his inadequate sense of poetic form does not allow him often to attain to a perfect whole he is too fond of awkward and to force more into a line than it will fairly hold his one or two of which rank among the best efforts are formally speaking not at all but strings of seven he does not sufficiently know he has not sufficiently at the business of his art on en dire la po est un art qui s qui a m son point et son l inspiration un par ne is one of the many english poets whose imperfect of this aspect of the truth has left their achievement inferior to their talent w t william to roses in the bosom of ye blushing happy are in the of her breasts for he d profane so a fair who e er should call them s nests thus how bright ye grow how rich a perfume do ye yield in some close garden so are sweeter than i th open field in those white live secure from the rude of wanton breath each hour more innocent and pure till you shall into death then that which living gave you room your glorious shall be there wants no marble for a tomb whose breast has marble been to me to upon a in s cheek boy in thy warm flight what cold tyrant thy sight had st thou eyes to see my fair thou would st sigh to air fearing to create this one nature had herself undone but if you when this you hear fall down murdered through your ear beg of jove that you may have in her cheek a grave lily rose and violet shall the beset while a sheet of lawn o er the wanton corpse is drawn and all lovers use this breath here lies in death m l the english poets the description of like the violet which alone in some happy shade my lives unknown to no eye betrayed for she s to her self who delights i th public view such is her beauty as no arts have enriched with borrowed grace her high birth no pride for she in her place folly a glorious blood she is noblest being good cautious she knew never yet what a wanton courtship meant nor speaks loud to boast her wit in her silence eloquent of her self survey she takes but men no difference makes she with speedy will her grave parents wise commands and so innocent that ill she nor acts nor understands women s feet run still astray if once to ill they know the way she sails by that rock the court where oft honour her mast and thinks the port where her fame may anchor cast virtue safely cannot sit where vice is for wit william she holds that day s pleasure best where sin waits not on delight without mask or ball or feast sweetly a winter s night o er that darkness whence is thrust prayer and sleep oft lust � she her throne makes reason climb while wild passions captive lie and each article of time her pure thoughts to heaven fly all her vows religious be and her love she vows to me to in a trance me not so soon stay and as i break the prison of my clay fill the canvas with my breath and sail with thee o er the vast main of death some thus as we pass shall play go happy of love � the courteous sea shall smooth her wrinkled brow the winds shall sleep or only whisper music to the deep every rock shall melt away the sing to please not to betray the indulgent sky shall smile each contend which shall afford the brighter fire while love the pilot his course so even ne er to cast anchor till we reach at heaven to upon the death of a lady weep not tho her tomb appear sometime thy grief to answer with a tear the marble will but wanton with thy woe death is the sea and we like rivers flow to lose ourselves in the main whence rivers may she ne er return again the english poets nor grieve this crystal stream so soon did fall into the ocean since she d all the banks she past so that each neighbour field did sweet flowers cherished by her watering yield which now adorn 