Proc. It is a marvellous phantasy, thou speakest of In Dionysius. Dam. Yes, his mind is made Of strange materials, that are almost cast In contrariety to one another. The school and camp, in his ambition, make A strange division . Proc It is his creed, that, in this flesh of ours, Self ever entertains predominance; And, to all friendship he hath ever been A persevering infidel. For this, elike, he tries a strange experiment. What sayest thou? Will Damon come again? Dam. " Our love of life is in the very instinct Of mere material action , when we do Even so slight a thing as wink an eye Against the wind. Place me a soulless dog Upon the bare edge of a height, and he Shall shudder and shrink back, though none have proved To his capacity, that the fall were dangerous." I hold the thing impossible. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CUMNOR HALL by WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by THOMAS MOORE SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE |