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Honour The innocent Ill Dialogue Verses lost upon a Wager Bathing in the River Love given over The Force of Love . Preserved from an Old ......... ........... ................................. .. * .
Honour The innocent Ill Dialogue Verses lost upon a Wager Bathing in the River Love given over The Force of Love . Preserved from an Old ......... ........... ................................. .. * .
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Thus all the power of description is destroyed by a scrupulous enumeration ; and the force of metaphors is lost , when the mind by the mention of particulars is turned more upon the original than the secondary sense , more upon that ...
Thus all the power of description is destroyed by a scrupulous enumeration ; and the force of metaphors is lost , when the mind by the mention of particulars is turned more upon the original than the secondary sense , more upon that ...
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Oh force Constantia's heart to yield to love ! Of all thy works the master - piece ' twill prove . " And let me not affection vainly spend , But kindle flames in her like those in me ; Yet if that gift my fortune doth transcend , Grant ...
Oh force Constantia's heart to yield to love ! Of all thy works the master - piece ' twill prove . " And let me not affection vainly spend , But kindle flames in her like those in me ; Yet if that gift my fortune doth transcend , Grant ...
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... sweet Thisbe ! we must parted be , For angry Death will force me soon from thee . " Life did from him , he from his mistress , part , Leaving his love to languish here in woe . What shall she do ? How shall she ease her heart ?
... sweet Thisbe ! we must parted be , For angry Death will force me soon from thee . " Life did from him , he from his mistress , part , Leaving his love to languish here in woe . What shall she do ? How shall she ease her heart ?
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Tis not such lines as almost crack the stage When Bajazet begins to rage ; Nor'a tall metaphor in the bombast way ; Nor the dry chips of short - lung'd Seneca ; Nor upon all things to obtrude And force some odd similitude .
Tis not such lines as almost crack the stage When Bajazet begins to rage ; Nor'a tall metaphor in the bombast way ; Nor the dry chips of short - lung'd Seneca ; Nor upon all things to obtrude And force some odd similitude .
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Adam angels appear arms bear beasts beauty better blood body bright bring brought cause dark death delight desire divine dost Earth eyes fair fall fate fear fire flame force friends fruit give glory gods grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven honour hope human kind king land less light live look lord lost mean mighty Milton mind Nature never night once Paradise perhaps person pleasure poets praise prince rage reason rest rich round sacred seems sight soon soul spirits stand stood strength sure tell thee thine things thou thought thousand till tree true truth verse virtue Whilst whole wise wonder youth
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Seite 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 475 - 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 380 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Seite 476 - With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure: — But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Seite 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Seite 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Seite 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Seite 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Seite 476 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Seite 473 - 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...