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... never could suffice , Have not the power your deities to move , Who fhall e'er look for fuccour from above ? 30 O night , how still obfequious have I been , To thy flow filence whispering in thine ear , That thy pale fovereign often ...
... never could suffice , Have not the power your deities to move , Who fhall e'er look for fuccour from above ? 30 O night , how still obfequious have I been , To thy flow filence whispering in thine ear , That thy pale fovereign often ...
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... never more deceive . With folded arms thus hanging down his head , He gave a groan , his heart in funder cleft , And , as a ftone , already feemed dead Before his breath was fully him bereft : 100 The faithful fwain here laftly made an ...
... never more deceive . With folded arms thus hanging down his head , He gave a groan , his heart in funder cleft , And , as a ftone , already feemed dead Before his breath was fully him bereft : 100 The faithful fwain here laftly made an ...
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... never change his feat , Nor did he ever love that could retreat . That noble flame , which my breft keeps alive , Shall ftill furvive When my foule's filed ; Nor fhall my love dye when my bodye's dead ; That shall wait on me to the ...
... never change his feat , Nor did he ever love that could retreat . That noble flame , which my breft keeps alive , Shall ftill furvive When my foule's filed ; Nor fhall my love dye when my bodye's dead ; That shall wait on me to the ...
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... never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt . There in close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , 140 Hide me from Day's garish eie , While the bee with honied thie , That at her flowry ...
... never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt . There in close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , 140 Hide me from Day's garish eie , While the bee with honied thie , That at her flowry ...
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... never - fear , I com to pluck your berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . 5 Bitter constraint , and fad occafion dear Compells me to difturb your season due : For Lycidas ...
... never - fear , I com to pluck your berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . 5 Bitter constraint , and fad occafion dear Compells me to difturb your season due : For Lycidas ...
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againſt beauteous beauty bleft Born breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe dame defire deſpair diſtant dyed e'er eaſe Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feem fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flain flame fleep flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill ftream fuch fudden fung fwain groves heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent purſue reft reſt rifing riſe roſes ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkill ſky ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh woods youth
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Seite 41 - 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...
Seite 45 - 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 ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Seite 33 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Seite 35 - 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 chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Seite 48 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Seite 51 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 40 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Seite 33 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Seite 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.