Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine
If a man knows the law, find out, though he live in a pine shanty, and resort to him. And if a man can pipe or sing, so as to wrap the imprisoned soul in an elysium or can paint a landscape, and convey into souls and ochres all the enchantments of Spring or Autumn or can liberate and intoxicate all people who hear him with delicious songs and verses it is certain that the secret cannot be kept the first witness tells it to a second, and men go by fives and tens and fifties to his doors.
ELYSIUM, n. An imaginary delightful country which the ancients foolishly believed to be inhabited by the spirits of the good. This ridiculous and mischievous fable was swept off the face of the earth by the early Christians --may their souls be happy in Heaven
And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
New South Wales is the Elysium of quacks.
But under the beaming, constant and almost vertical sun of Virginia, shade is our Elysium. In the absence of this no beauty of the eye can be enjoyed.
We will endeavour to shew how the aire and genious of Gardens operate upon humane spirits towards virtue and sancitie, I meane in a remote, preparatory and instrumentall working. How Caves, Grotts, Mounts, and irregular ornaments of Gardens do contribute to contemplative and philosophical Enthusiasms how Elysium, Antrum, Nemus, Paradysus, Hortus, Lucus, c.,signifie all of them rem sacram et divinam for these expedients do influence the soule and spirits of man, and prepare them for converse with good Angells besides which, they contribute to the lesse abstracted pleasures, phylosophy naturall and longevitie.
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream; And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil; A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
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