...says of herself, with great justice — at least we suppose she alludes to herself — " I have fed Imagination yields, — fruits which unfit The palate...more substantial food Of our own land — reality.'* This !я exactly what we are aiming at. We wish to inculcate that all poetry must rest upon reality,...

...fine and subtle mysteries ; We may control them, but may not create, And love less than its follows. I have fed Perhaps too much upon the lotos fruits...The palate for the more substantial food Of our own land---reality. I made Mr heart too like a temple for a home ; My thoughts were birds of paradise,...

...genius — but then she seemed to quote her own language, like one " Who fed too much upon the lotus fruits Imagination yields, — fruits which unfit...more substantial food Of our own land — reality." And we thought her writings would have an injurious tendency on the hearts of the young, by always...

...the city lay Immoveably unquiet " — SHELLSY. ' I have fed Perhaps too much upon the lotos-fruits Imagination yields, fruits which unfit The palate...more substantial food Of our own land — reality." L* II DON. DAY was just beginning to dawn as we entered the great metropolis. " An eager and a nipping...

...caverns they flee! THE ACTUAL. BY HENRY BACON. " I have fed Perhaps too much upon the lotos-fruits Imagination yields, — fruits which unfit The palate...more substantial food Of our own land — Reality." LEL THUS sung a poet, as she gave the history of the lyre, and breathed out, it may be, the secrets...

...Pereival. I have fed Perhaps too mueh upon the lotos fruits Imagination yields, — fruits that unfít The palate for the more substantial food Of our own land — reality. Miss Landen. Alas ! we make A ladder of our thoughts, where angels step, But sleep ourselves at the...

...festival ? Fereival. I have fed Perhaps too mueh upon the lotos fruits Imagination yields, — fruits that unfit The palate for the more substantial food Of our own land — reality. Miss London. Alas ! we make A ladder of our thoughts, where angels step, But sleep ourselves at the...

...caverns they flee! THE ACTUAL. BY HENRY BACON. " I have fed Perhaps too much upon the lotos-fruits Imagination yields, — fruits which unfit The palate for the more substantial food Ofourownland — Reality." LEL THUS sung a poet, as she gave the history of the lyre, and breathed...

...loves to linger and feed. " Perhaps too much upon the lotus fruits Imagination yields — fruits that unfit The palate for the more substantial food Of our own land — reality." We cannot comprehend the spiritual, it is invisible ; but we are led from all the evidence we have,...

...tortures? ADDISON. I have fed Perhaps too much upon the lotos-fruits Imagination yields, — fruits that unfit The palate for the more substantial food Of our own land, — reality. LE LANDON. O whither shall I run, or which way fly The sight of this so horrid spectacle, Which erst...