...moist vapor; she is prevented from soaring, to live inspherecl In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of .this dim spot Which men call earth. The pampered Christian thus continually gravitating to the earth, would have his heart solely bent...

...threshold of Jove's r court My mansion is, where those immortal In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth ; and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail...

...those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air, ; and, with low-thoughted care Confin'd and pester'd in this pinfold hero, Strive to keep up a frail...

...terrestrial and sordid influences. The very life of the man of science might seem a perpetual ascent " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth ;" (1) " A Treatise on Moral Evidence: illustrated by numerous Examples both of general Principle and...

...those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call Earth ; and with low-thoughted care Confin'd and pester'd in this pinfold here,. Strive to. keep up a frail...

...the house of God and of His Christ rising out of every town and every hamlet, to bear our hearts " Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth," — now, when, if we cast our eyes over the map of the earth, we see at once that Christ is the recognized...

...it at once from the contemplation of some grosser image, " To regions bright of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth." In a degree equal, at least, if not superior to that of Shakespeare, the muse of Milton addresses itself...

...those immortal shapes Of bright aërial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth ; and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pestered in this pinfold here Strive to keep up a frail...

...immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered • In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth ; and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pestered in this pinfold here Strive to keep up a frail...

...the effects never fail to be felt, and the time thus spent appears, (when we are obliged to mix In the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth), to have been applied to some good end. Yes, even here we are not left to the deafening and benumbing bustle...