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" Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a... "
Favourite English Poems: Chaucer to Pope, 1350-1700 - Page 223
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Retrospective Review, Volume 11

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - Bibliography - 1825 - 392 pages
...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ;...
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The London Magazine, Volume 4

1821 - 724 pages
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...its happiness. The mind, that ocean, where each kind DoeĞ straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it createĞ, transcending these, Far other worlds, and...
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Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

Almanacs, English - 1824 - 514 pages
...peach Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at tome fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My SOD! into the boughs does glide ; There,...
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Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present ...

William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 1062 pages
...with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happyness ; ose th' attempt Medusa with Gorgonian terror, guards fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,...
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The Retrospective Review, Volume 11

Books - 1825 - 392 pages
...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, ), Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ;...
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The Retrospective Review, Volume 11

Books - 1825 - 390 pages
...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest. aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings;...
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The Retrospective Review.., Volume 11

Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 pages
....themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. - Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ;...
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Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of ...

William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1825 - 600 pages
...mind, that oeean where eaeh kind Dot-i straight its own resemblanee find ; Yet it ereates, transeending Thomas Davison for Thomas Tegg fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There,...
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Volume 3

1835 - 430 pages
...on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure lesa Withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean,...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a hird, it sits and smgs, Then wets and claps its silver wmgs ; And,...
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Volume 3

English literature - 1835 - 432 pages
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's slidmg foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs...
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