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Updated: April 30, 2025
Show me not thy painted beauties, These impostures I defy. George Withers. The cave of Falri smelt not more delicately on every side appeared the marks of drunkenness and gluttony. At the upper end of the cave the sorcerer lay extended, etc. Mirglip the Persian, in the "Tales of the Genii." I woke the next morning with an aching head and feverish frame.
Show me not thy painted beauties, These impostures I defy. George Withers. The cave of Falri smelt not more delicately on every side appeared the marks of drunkenness and gluttony. At the upper end of the cave the sorcerer lay extended, etc. Mirglip the Persian, in the "Tales of the Genii." I woke the next morning with an aching head and feverish frame.
On the next day, grave and sober as the water-drinker Mirglip, he bent his brow to the ground before Saladin's footstool, and rendered to the Soldan an account of his embassy.
Whether chasing the butterfly or talking fond fancies to her birds, or whether with earnest, musing eyes watching the stars come forth, and the dark pine-trees gleam into silver; whether with airy daydreams and credulous wonder poring over the magic tales of Mirglip or Aladdin, or whether spellbound to awe by the solemn woes of Lear, or following the blind great bard into "the heaven of heavens, an earthly guest, to draw empyreal air," she obeyed but the honest and varying impulse in each change of her pliant mood, and would have ascribed with genuine humility to the vagaries of childhood that prompt gathering of pleasure, that quick-shifting sport of the fancy by which Nature binds to itself, in chains undulating as melody, the lively senses of genius.
Whether chasing the butterfly or talking fond fancies to her birds, or whether with earnest, musing eyes watching the stars come forth, and the dark pine-trees gleam into silver; whether with airy daydreams and credulous wonder poring over the magic tales of Mirglip or Aladdin, or whether spellbound to awe by the solemn woes of Lear, or following the blind great bard into "the heaven of heavens, an earthly guest, to draw empyreal air," she obeyed but the honest and varying impulse in each change of her pliant mood, and would have ascribed with genuine humility to the vagaries of childhood that prompt gathering of pleasure, that quick-shifting sport of the fancy by which Nature binds to itself, in chains undulating as melody, the lively senses of genius.
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