IMPLICITY is best, 'tis true,
But not in every mortal's power:
If thou, O maid, canst live on dew,
'Tis proof thou art indeed a flower.
R. Garnett, Idylls and Epigrams.
N Walpole's remarking that, of two pictures mentioned, one was "a shade above the other in point of merit," [Hook] replied: "I presume you mean to say it was a shade over (chef d'œuvre)."
R. H. Barham, Diary.
HE nightingales are all about—
Their song is everywhere—
Their notes are lovely (though they're out
So often in the air).
The zephyr, dancing through the tops
Of ash and poplar, weaves
Low melodies, and scarcely stops
To murmur "By your leaves!"
Night steeps the passions of the day
In quiet, peace, and love.
Pale Dian, in her tranquil way,
Kicks up a shine above.
H. S. Leigh, Carols of Cockayne.