...if he is rapt 'in some dedication/To the great lord'. To which he replies: A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourish'd. The fire i' th' flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and...

...pen, 'as naturally as the leaves to a tree'; or, as Shakespeare puts it: A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourish'd. (Timon of Athens, ii 20) Thus music, surely, is no strange addition: it is the natural,...

...of the play, subscribed to the view, more familiar to our own time, but known to Shakespeare, that Our poesy is as a gum which oozes From whence 'tis nourished.... (I, i, 21-22) In such a view, artificiality becomes almost natural. Reason, which is not a gum which...

...to the other's recent soliloquy. And now we are going to know them. Poet. A thing slipped idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished. The fire P the flint Shows not till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself, aud like the current flies...

...You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the groat lord. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished : The ñre i' the flint Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current,...

...humble foolery ; it will be a gallimaufry of gambols. It will be — " A thing slipp'd idly from him. Our poesy is as a gum which oozes From whence 'tis nourished ; the fire i' the flint Shows not till it be struck." For this it will not be the fault of a few grave critics...

...And Death has hush'd the Swan's sweet notes at last 1 Jan. 4, 1839. POETIC PAINTING AND SCULPTURE. " Our poesy is as a gum which oozes From whence 'tis nourished." THE word Poetry, may be made to take so wide a range in its signification, that it is necessary to be as...

...You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from od yield100 us for your pains, And thank us for your tro nourish'd : the fire i' the flint Shows not till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and,...