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... heav'n ycleap'd Euphrofyne , And by men , heart - eafing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two fifter Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore ; Or whether ( as fom fager fing ) The frolick wind that breathes the spring ...
... heav'n ycleap'd Euphrofyne , And by men , heart - eafing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two fifter Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore ; Or whether ( as fom fager fing ) The frolick wind that breathes the spring ...
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... Heav'n before mine eyes . And may at last my weary age Find out the peacefull hermitage , The hairy gown , and moffy cell , Where I may fit and rightly spell 170 Of every ftar that Heav'n doth fhew , And every herb that fips the dew ...
... Heav'n before mine eyes . And may at last my weary age Find out the peacefull hermitage , The hairy gown , and moffy cell , Where I may fit and rightly spell 170 Of every ftar that Heav'n doth fhew , And every herb that fips the dew ...
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... Heav'n expect thy meed . O fountain Arethuse , and thou honour'd floud , 85 Smooth - fliding Mincius , crown'd with vocal reeds , That ftrain I heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds , And liftens to the herald of the fea ...
... Heav'n expect thy meed . O fountain Arethuse , and thou honour'd floud , 85 Smooth - fliding Mincius , crown'd with vocal reeds , That ftrain I heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds , And liftens to the herald of the fea ...
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... Heav'n's King Keeps register of every thing : And nothing may we use in vain , Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain . Unconftant Sylvio , when yet I had not found him counterfeit , 10 15 One morning ( I remember well ) Ty'd in this ...
... Heav'n's King Keeps register of every thing : And nothing may we use in vain , Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain . Unconftant Sylvio , when yet I had not found him counterfeit , 10 15 One morning ( I remember well ) Ty'd in this ...
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... heav'n are only fit , Arabian gums are not so sweet , Nor off'rings when they burn . On him V. you lavish grief in vain , Can't be lamented , nor complain , Whilft you continue true : That man ' difafter is above , And needs no pity ...
... heav'n are only fit , Arabian gums are not so sweet , Nor off'rings when they burn . On him V. you lavish grief in vain , Can't be lamented , nor complain , Whilft you continue true : That man ' difafter is above , And needs no pity ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.