...Hesperides ? Subtle as Sphinx ; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair : And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes...durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs : O ! then his lines would ravage savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild...

...Second Edition. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs ; And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Skakspere. '* This is a pretty wreath of blossoms, very tastefully colled from the garden of the rosy...

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...Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx : as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair : And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes...tempered with love's sighs : O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive: They...

...Hesperides? Subtle as sphynx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony." Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility....

...bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Mikt-s L'aiil his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant...

...both from the custom of the times, and from his own amatory disposition. He has himself told us that " temper'd with love's sighs." — Love's Labour'» Lett. Act iv. sc. 3. and we have seen that an opportunity...

...bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs : O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild...

...Hesperides ? 1 Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.2 Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs ; O,...

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