...Garden:" Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its Plumes the...

...Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. 7 Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, 50 Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide:* There like a bird it sits and...

...th1s world: Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bitd it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings; And, till prcpar'd for longtr flight,...

...Far other worlds, and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's...does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the...

...ecstasy: Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its Plumes the...

...Shade. VII Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings; And, rill prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its Plumes the...

...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding f<x>t, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the bodies vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings. Then whets and combs its silver wings. And, till prepared for longer flight. Waves in its plumes the...

...vision, the speaker sees his soul flying up from ground level like a bird into the boughs of a tree: Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's...does glide; There, like a bird it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the...

...immortality. Marvell expresses the developed idea in his poetic account of his experience of The Garden: Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's...does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings. And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the...

...(1637-1678/1968) poem, "The Garden," and ends her talk with the stanza in which occur these lines: My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bird, it sits, and sings . . . (P- 5°) We can smile at Descartes' or Marvell's prescientific idea of the soul. Or we can see...