...landscape." Nay, as Wordsworth expresses it, true poetry does to all thoughts and to all objects " Add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream." The musical beauty of language, the measure and the rhyme which the poet adopts, tends to keep in view...

...Thammuz mourn." DAMASCUS. "Ea Sham, Shereef: the beautiful, the blessed." " Ah 1 if but mine had beea the Painter's hand To express what then I saw, and...sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream." Wordsworth. "Air rather gardenny I should say."— Melville's Moby-Dick. • " Nor shall the garden...

...are at once an instance and an illustration, he does, indeed, to all thoughts and to all objects, ' add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream.' " With much, nay, with almost all of this, I am quite disposed to agree ; but then it applies only...

...did not prescribe a limit to his material excursions. It is that for him unconsciously is added • The gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream." "Analogous to the deceits in life," says a great author, "there is a similar effect on the eye from...

...heart to beat with a celestial ardor. To all that is lovely and noble in the actual world it may " Add the gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream." Sir Philip Sidney passes the cup of water by his own parched lips to the wounded soldier ; Howard enters...

...be searched in vain for the archetypes of those creations. A great modern poet boldly tells us of " The gleam, The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream ;" and yet the heart takes those dreams home to itself for realities. Humanly speaking, this is mysterious...

...nnobscured by cloud or vapors ;— but it is something more than these, something beyond, and over all— - The gleam, The light that never was on sea or land The consecration, and the poet's dreum! Genoa, 30. We arrived here late, and I should not write now, weary, weak, sick, and down-spirited...

...away, or brings : I could have fancied that the mighty deep Was even the gentlest of all gentle things. Ah ! then, if mine had been the painter's hand, To...that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and tho Poet's dream ; I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile ! Amid a world how different from this...

...away, or brings : I could have fancied that the mighty deep Was even the gentlest of all gentle things. Ah ! then, if mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleaia, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream ; I would...

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