Perhaps I have spoken unadvisedly; if so, I shall recant on further knowledge.
And thus recant she did, when familiar acquaintance with the genial and sagacious humorist had won for him her reverent love.
Richter. Poet of Nature!
Gentlest of the wise, Most airy of the fanciful, most keen Of satirists!—thy thoughts, like butterflies, Still near the sweetest scented flowers have been With Titian's colors thou canst sunset paint, With Raphael's dignity, celestial love; With Hogarth's pencil, each deceit and feint Of meanness and hypocrisy reprove; Canst to devotion's highest flight sublime Exalt the mind, by tenderest pathos' art, Dissolve, in purifying tears, the heart, Or bid it, shuddering, recoil at crime; The fond illusions of the youth and maid, At which so many world-formed sages sneer, When by thy altar-lighted torch displayed, Our natural religion must appear. All things in thee tend to one polar star, Magnetic all thy influences are!
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