...waters ; the effects never fail to be felt, and the time thus spent appears, (when we are obliged to mix In the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth), to have been applied to some good end. Yes, even here we are not left to the deafening and benumbing...

...vapor; she is prevented from soaring, to live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. The pampered Christian thus continually gravitating to the earth, would have his heart solely bent...

...steadiest, broadest, and sublimest wing into the calmer empyrean of poetry or philosophy — " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth." The great revolution to which we have been alluding is, we hardly need say, the Reformation ; the doctrines...

...of the river of time, calm and heaving, beckoning me on to those pure and tranquil seats, " beyond the smoke and stir of this dim spot which men call earth," that even now I forget the frailty of time ; my limbs regain a momentary alertness, my eyes are ignorant...

...Jove's court My mansion ii where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial «pirita live insphered. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth. Milton's ' Comus ' My lott William, thou in whom Some bright spirit lived and did That decaying robe...

...repeat queries are requested to head the second communication " Duplicate." A DILIGENT READER. — Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. Milton, ' Comns.' Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. Wordsworth, ' Lines on Tmtern Abbey.'...

...with the spirit of Beauty, his own Egeria of the woods and fields, — he who can lift us — " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth — " to a brighter world of loveliness and beauty, — he has the best claim to be considered a true...

...POPE. And, alas ! with the " shades " fled the imaginative character of the poetry. Again, — " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care Confined, and pestered in this pin-fold here." And now for Pope once more...

...immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth ; and, with low-thoughted care Confined and pestered in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail...

...raised the minds of both to a kind of happy residence ' In regions mild, of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth — ' be ridiculous to say he had no imperfections ; he felt them ; he often mourned over them, and...