To where the violet fades into the sky. Here, awful Newton, the dissolving clouds Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism ; And, to the sage-instructed eye, unfold The various twine of light, by thee disclosed From the white mingling maze. National Society's Monthly Paper - Página 91855Vista completa
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...disillusionment. Here it is only laughable. Thomson is describing the effect of a rainbow on a rustic: He wondering, views the bright enchantment bend Delightful,...but, amazed, Beholds the amusive arch before him fly. Such picturesque romancing was not to be corrected until Crabbe refused real ills to hide In tinsel...