Chapter 422

The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.

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_The Death of Wallenstein_.

Act. v. Sc. 1.

Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.