And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.
Laodamia.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,
Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
Laodamia.
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
Laodamia.