Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
Each in its tether
At the outset I may mention it's my sovereign intention
To revive the classic memories of Athens at its best,
For my company possesses all the necessary dresses,
And a course of quiet cramming will supply us with the rest.
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier.
[Not long ago a certain Georgia cotton-planter, driven to desperation
by awaking each morning to find that the grass had
1 Unfold! unfold! Take in His light,
2 Who makes thy cares more short than night.
3 The joys which with His day-star rise,
4 He deals to all but drowsy eyes;
Birds made of glass
Bees of wax
Butterflies of plastic
Horses of sweet globules
Faith is eternal and we fix this
You have shared in external world
Here we feel and you command to feel
To have revival we ever try again.
They rejuvenated Aristotle's dead tomes
Plato from oblivion was brought back to life
Turned each spot to 'Greece', refined all the homes
Taste of wisdom's manna, they offered to all
‘Your situation’, said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ‘is absolutely poetic.’
‘I try sometimes to fancy’, said Mr Millbank, with a rather fierce smile, ‘that I am in the New World.’