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with every conceivable metaphor and trophe ' ' the bud 

 of love," the " nettle of danger," "the flower of safety." 

 Their lovely shapes are ever before him ; he is spellbound 

 with their beauty. England itself is a "sea- walled gar- 

 den. ' ' Grammatical forms may vanish, if only the flower 

 may live : 



"Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, 



And Phoebus 'gins arise, 

 His steeds to water at those springs 

 On chaliced flowers that lies. ' ' 



Cymbeline, ii: iii, 21. 



We need the music of rhyme, and so the image of the 

 morning flowers, the fiery steeds that drink them dry, 

 shall fascinate us that we forget the grammar. It will 

 not do to say lie; the word must rhyme with arise, and 

 further on with eyes; 



"And winking Mary -buds begin 



To ope their golden eyes: 

 With everything that pretty is, 

 My lady sweet, arise. " 



For the Queen of the Fairies the poet spreads this sort 

 of a couch: 



"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 

 Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, 

 Quite over-eanopied with luscious woodbine, 

 With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine; 

 There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, 

 Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight," etc. 



A Midsummer-Night 's Dream, ii : i, 249. 



Such cases reveal the impress, the healthy, happy im- 



