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... sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till , guided by mine ear , I found the place Where that damn'd wizard , hid in sly disguise , ( For so ...
... sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till , guided by mine ear , I found the place Where that damn'd wizard , hid in sly disguise , ( For so ...
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... sing ; Which when I did , he on the tender grass Would sit , and hearken ev'n to ecstasy , And in requital ope his leathern scrip , And show me simples of a thousand names , Telling their strange and vigorous faculties : Amongst the ...
... sing ; Which when I did , he on the tender grass Would sit , and hearken ev'n to ecstasy , And in requital ope his leathern scrip , And show me simples of a thousand names , Telling their strange and vigorous faculties : Amongst the ...
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... sing about the golden tree : Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ; The Graces , and the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Thither all their bounties bring ; There eternal summer dwells , And west winds , with ...
... sing about the golden tree : Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ; The Graces , and the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Thither all their bounties bring ; There eternal summer dwells , And west winds , with ...
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... sing to those that hold the vital shears , And turn the adamantine spindle round , On which the fate of gods and men is wound . Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie , To lull the daughters of Necessity , And keep unsteady Nature to ...
... sing to those that hold the vital shears , And turn the adamantine spindle round , On which the fate of gods and men is wound . Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie , To lull the daughters of Necessity , And keep unsteady Nature to ...
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... sing And touch the warbled string , Under the shady roof Of branching elm star - proof . Follow me ; I will bring you where she sits , Clad in splendour , as befits Her deity . Such a rural queen All Arcadia hath not seen . III . SONG ...
... sing And touch the warbled string , Under the shady roof Of branching elm star - proof . Follow me ; I will bring you where she sits , Clad in splendour , as befits Her deity . Such a rural queen All Arcadia hath not seen . III . SONG ...
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Seite 10 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Seite 9 - 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, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night...
Seite 16 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Seite 6 - 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.
Seite 24 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Seite 7 - 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 5 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Seite 19 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 26 - In consecrated earth And on the holy hearth The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power...
Seite 17 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.