Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
R. W. Emerson: May-Day and Other Pieces. Solution.
[512:1] See Wordsworth, page [480].
Poor shell! that Wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh it no longer had the hoarseness of a sea, but of a hospital.—Landor: Letter to John Forster.
[512:2] These lines were specially singled out for admiration by Shelley, Humphrey Davy, Scott, and many remarkable men.—Forster: Life of Landor, vol. i. p. 95.
THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.
'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.[512:3]
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 7.