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... head . Strict Age and sour Severity , With their grave saws , in slumber lie . We , that are of purer fire , Imitate the starry quire , Who , in their nightly watchful spheres , Lead in swift round the months and years . The sounds and ...
... head . Strict Age and sour Severity , With their grave saws , in slumber lie . We , that are of purer fire , Imitate the starry quire , Who , in their nightly watchful spheres , Lead in swift round the months and years . The sounds and ...
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... head , fraught with sad fears . What , if in wild amazement and affright ? Or , while we speak , within the direful grasp Of savage hunger , or of savage heat ? El . Br . Peace , brother ; be not over - exquisite To cast the fashion of ...
... head , fraught with sad fears . What , if in wild amazement and affright ? Or , while we speak , within the direful grasp Of savage hunger , or of savage heat ? El . Br . Peace , brother ; be not over - exquisite To cast the fashion of ...
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... head . Beauty is Nature's brag , and must be shown In courts , at feasts , and high solemnities , Where most may wonder at the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home , They had their name thence ; coarse complexions , And ...
... head . Beauty is Nature's brag , and must be shown In courts , at feasts , and high solemnities , Where most may wonder at the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home , They had their name thence ; coarse complexions , And ...
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... be moved to sympathize , And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magic structures , rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head . Com . She fables not ; I feel that I 38 MILTON .
... be moved to sympathize , And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magic structures , rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head . Com . She fables not ; I feel that I 38 MILTON .
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... head , And gave her to his daughters to imbathe In nectar'd lavers , strew'd with asphodel ; And through the porch and inlet of each sense Dropp'd in ambrosial oils , till she revived , And underwent a quick immortal change , Made ...
... head , And gave her to his daughters to imbathe In nectar'd lavers , strew'd with asphodel ; And through the porch and inlet of each sense Dropp'd in ambrosial oils , till she revived , And underwent a quick immortal change , Made ...
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Arcite arm'd arms behold bless'd bliss blood bore breast breath Chanticleer Chor COMUS coursers Creon cried crown'd Cymon Dagon dame death delight design'd divine dream earth Emily ev'n eyes fair falchions fame fate father fear fear'd feast fight fire fix'd flame flower force grace green ground grove hand hast hath head heard heart Heaven holy honour JOHN SHARPE join'd Jove king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady light live look'd lord Lycidas Lysimachus maid Manoah mind mix'd mortal Nature's never nymphs o'er once pain Palamon pass'd peace Philistines Philostratus Pirithous pointed lance praise prey prince queen rest Reynard Rhodian sacred Sams Samson SAMSON AGONISTES secret seem'd shade sight sing song sorrow soul sound steed stood sung sweet Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art thought turn'd Twas virtue wind wood youth
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.