The British Poets, Том 3Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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In Silo his bright sanctuary : Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent , Who hurt their minds , And urged them on with ... bright . ' 1695 villatic ] Plin . lib . xxiii . sect . 17. Villaticas alites . ' Richardson . In the Arabian woods ...
In Silo his bright sanctuary : Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent , Who hurt their minds , And urged them on with ... bright . ' 1695 villatic ] Plin . lib . xxiii . sect . 17. Villaticas alites . ' Richardson . In the Arabian woods ...
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... bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot , Which men call Earth , and with low - thoughted care Confin'd , and pester'd in this pinfold here , Strive to keep ...
... bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot , Which men call Earth , and with low - thoughted care Confin'd , and pester'd in this pinfold here , Strive to keep ...
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... bright day : But he that hides a dark soul , and foul thoughts , Benighted walks under the mid - day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon . 2 BR . ' Tis most true , That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell ...
... bright day : But he that hides a dark soul , and foul thoughts , Benighted walks under the mid - day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon . 2 BR . ' Tis most true , That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell ...
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... a shepherd . That halloo I should know , what are you ? speak ; 478 Apollo's ] Love's Lab . Lost , act iv . sc . iii . as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute- ' Bowle . Come not too near , you fall on iron stakes 98 COMUS .
... a shepherd . That halloo I should know , what are you ? speak ; 478 Apollo's ] Love's Lab . Lost , act iv . sc . iii . as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute- ' Bowle . Come not too near , you fall on iron stakes 98 COMUS .
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... bright golden flow'r , but not in this soil : Unknown , and like esteem'd , and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon : And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave ; He call'd it ...
... bright golden flow'r , but not in this soil : Unknown , and like esteem'd , and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon : And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave ; He call'd it ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.