By mastery.’
Wordsworth, The Excursion, Book VI.
‘To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.’
Wordsworth, To my Sister.
‘Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present.’
Macbeth, Act I. Scene 5.
‘Coleridge and Southey, Lloyd and Lamb and Co.,
Tune all your mystic harps to praise Lepaux.’