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AARON HILL AMBROSE PHILIPS BAUCIS and PHILEMON beauteous beauty Bern blest Born breast breath bright charms court cry'd Cynthus dame DAPHNIS death delight design'd doth dy'd dyed e'er Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear feast flame flow flow'rs gentle give grace grief ground groves happy hast hath hear heart heav'n Henry HOBBINOL honour Jonathan Swift kings light liv'd lov'd lute Lycidas maid majestic band mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud pursu'd rage rais'd rise rose seem'd shade sields sierce sighs sight sing sire sirst smile soft song sorrow soul stream swain sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS YALDEN thou thought thro Timotheus trembling turn'd Twas verse vows weep Whilst winds wood wretched youth
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...