And safe from all our sorrows.’
Wordsworth, The Excursion, VI. 763–66.
[52]. Satan’s address to the sun. Paradise Lost, IV. 31 et seq.
[53]. O that I were a mockery king of snow [standing before] the sun of Bolingbroke. Richard II., IV. 1.
His form had not yet lost. Paradise Lost, I. 591–4.
A modern school of poetry. The Lake School.
With what measure they mete. St. Mark, iv. 24; St. Luke, vi. 38.
It glances from heaven to earth. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, V. 1.
Puts a girdle. Ibid. II. 1.
[54]. I ask that I might waken reverence [‘and bid the cheek’]. Troilus and Cressida, I. 3.