The British Poets, Band 3Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... enemies the scorn and gaze , To grind in brazen fetters under task With this heav'n - gifted strength ? O glorious Put to the labour of a beast , debas'd Lower than bondslave ! Promise was that I Should Israel from Philistian yoke ...
... enemies the scorn and gaze , To grind in brazen fetters under task With this heav'n - gifted strength ? O glorious Put to the labour of a beast , debas'd Lower than bondslave ! Promise was that I Should Israel from Philistian yoke ...
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... enemies , O worse than chains , Dungeon , or beggary , or decrepit age ! Light , the prime work of God , to me's extinct , 70 And all her various objects of delight 65 Annull'd , which might in part my grief have eas'd , Inferior to the ...
... enemies , O worse than chains , Dungeon , or beggary , or decrepit age ! Light , the prime work of God , to me's extinct , 70 And all her various objects of delight 65 Annull'd , which might in part my grief have eas'd , Inferior to the ...
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... enemies , who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps t ' insult , Their daily practice to afflict me more . CHOR . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; O change beyond report , thought , or belief ...
... enemies , who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps t ' insult , Their daily practice to afflict me more . CHOR . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; O change beyond report , thought , or belief ...
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... enemy , Thou never wast remiss , I bear thee witness : Yet Israel still serves with all his sons . 236 240 SAMS . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On Israel's governors , and heads of tribes , Who , seeing those great acts ...
... enemy , Thou never wast remiss , I bear thee witness : Yet Israel still serves with all his sons . 236 240 SAMS . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On Israel's governors , and heads of tribes , Who , seeing those great acts ...
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... enemy just cause To set his people free , Have prompted this heroic Nazarite , Against his vow of strictest purity , To seek in marriage that fallacious bride , Unclean , unchaste . 320 Down reason then , at least vain reasonings Though ...
... enemy just cause To set his people free , Have prompted this heroic Nazarite , Against his vow of strictest purity , To seek in marriage that fallacious bride , Unclean , unchaste . 320 Down reason then , at least vain reasonings Though ...
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agni Amor Atque behold Benlowes's Theophila blind bright CHOR Circe Comus cyprus Dagon dark death deeds didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread Du Bartas earth enemies Euripid eyes fair feast foes foul glory Gods Hæc hand hath head hear heav'n Hero and Leander holy honour illa inchanting ipse Israel jam non vacat Jove Lady light Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah mihi Milton morn mortal Muse never Newton night numina nunc Nymphs o'er Olympo Ovid peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson shades Shakesp Shepherd sing solemn song soul spirits strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee Theophila thine thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo UNIVERSITY CARRIER Virg virgin Warton whist winds words
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Seite 138 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom — Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 118 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Seite 117 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas?
Seite 132 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Seite 119 - Tempered to the oaten flute; Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long, And old Damoetas loved to hear our song. But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return...
Seite 180 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow; and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Seite 6 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Seite 134 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Seite 161 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Seite 81 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.