...fantastic wits? 850 She says "Tis so"; they answer all "Tis so," And would say after her if she said "No." Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, 854 And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world...

...impressing the stamp of humanity, and'of human feelings., oninanimate or mere natural objects : — Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Or again, it acts by so carrying on the eye of the reader as to make him almost lose...

...looks charming amidst the rays of the rising sun, the air, saturated with brightness, makes a gala-day: 'Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.' An admirable debauch of imagination and rapture, yet...

...the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.' — Sonnet, xxxiii. 'The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.'— Few. 6° Ad., l. 856.— ED.] And put thy Fortune...

...account, see 45i. 26-8. The seventh point has been inserted subsequently. The passage alluded to is: Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest. From his moist...his majesty, Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. (ll. 853-8) 3i. CN cites chapter 4 of John Dennis's...

...music-birds of sweet suggestion. Often the lark occurs in passages bright with the splendour of dawn: Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. (Venm and Adonis, 853) The 'gentle' lark. And observe...

...suddenly reminded that night has fallen in line 821, and dawn breaks gorgeously again in lines 853-8: 'Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest, | From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.' These temporal indicators are so pronounced, and make it so clear that the action of the poem lasts...

...Shakespeare: 'Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire.' 'Borne by the trustless wings of false desire.' 'The gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.' 'That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.' Oxford: 'With patient mind each passion to endure.' Shakespeare:...

...wits? 850 She says, "Tis so," they answer all, "Tis so," And would say after her if she said "No." Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...high And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast 855 The sun ariseth in his majesty, Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar tops and hills...

...wits? She says, ' 'tis so:' they answer all, ' 'tis so;' And would say after her, if she said 'no.' Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his...so gloriously behold, The cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow: *O thou clear god, and patron of all...