...weave in vain, Frail wreaths and garlands wild to deck her rustic fane. FOREST LIFE. CHAPTER I. " 'T is to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy." BYRON. IF any body may be excused for writing a book, it is the dweller in the wilderness ; and this...

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...suffering and enjoying, than the race of mortals, and he has learned to live in him. ' It is,' he says, ' to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy.' How vastly does every thing of a religious nature swell in importance, when connected in our minds...

...Schaifensweise ? Niemand begriff den Inhalt der Strophe aus dem Eipgang zum dritten Gesange : 'Tis to create and in creating live A being more inten.se...life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing: mit not su art thou, .Soul of my thought! wiib whom I traverse earth Invisible but gazing, as I glow...

...[cell. Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted VI. T is to create, and in creating lire A being more intense, that we endow With form our...do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, (a) Lord Byron quitted England, Tor the second and last limo, on the J.'.iii of April, <8U>, attended...

...airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimnair'd, though oM, in the soul's haunted cefl. VI. 'T is e was bled twice in the morning, and at two o'clock...bleeding at both times was followed by fainting fit cv'n as I do now. What am I ? Nothing ; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse...

...airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell. VL 'T is to create, and in creating live A being more intense,...give The life we image, even as I do now. What am 1 1 Nothing : but not so art thou. Soul of my thought 1 with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing,...

...airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell. VI. 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense,...do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit,...

...fbrm'd. And ever rising with the rising mind. THE SIGHT OF AN ANGEL. "Hi to ereate, and in ereating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image. rplIE date of the year was — no matter what; J- the day of the month was — no matter what ; when...

...undeniable proposition. Byron, who pretended to sneer at morbid sensibility, has himself observed — " 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancies, gaining as we give The life we image — " And to what does this creative propensity owe its...