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... Muse , What kind of creature I could most desire , To honour , serve , and love ; as poets use . I meant to make her fair , and free , and wise , Of greatest blood , and yet more good than great ; I meant the day - star should not ...
... Muse , What kind of creature I could most desire , To honour , serve , and love ; as poets use . I meant to make her fair , and free , and wise , Of greatest blood , and yet more good than great ; I meant the day - star should not ...
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... Muse ! but lo ! the strings To my great song rebellious prove ; The strings will sound of nought but love . I broke them all , and put on new ; ' Tis this or nothing sure will do . These , sure , ( said I ) will me obey ; These , sure ...
... Muse ! but lo ! the strings To my great song rebellious prove ; The strings will sound of nought but love . I broke them all , and put on new ; ' Tis this or nothing sure will do . These , sure , ( said I ) will me obey ; These , sure ...
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... Muse appear'd to's closed sight , ( The Muses oft in lands of vision play , ) Body'd , array'd , and seen , by an internal light . A golden harp with silver strings she bore ; A wondrous hieroglyphic robe she wore , In which all colours ...
... Muse appear'd to's closed sight , ( The Muses oft in lands of vision play , ) Body'd , array'd , and seen , by an internal light . A golden harp with silver strings she bore ; A wondrous hieroglyphic robe she wore , In which all colours ...
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... Muse's fleece was dry . It did all other threats surpass , When God to his own people said ( The men whom through long wanderings he had led ) That he would give them ev'n a heaven of brass : They look'd up to that Heaven in vain , That ...
... Muse's fleece was dry . It did all other threats surpass , When God to his own people said ( The men whom through long wanderings he had led ) That he would give them ev'n a heaven of brass : They look'd up to that Heaven in vain , That ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Page 8 - 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 link-ed 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...
Page 136 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee...
Page 373 - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease ; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk no brother near the throne ,View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that...
Page 10 - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Page 352 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way ; Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heaven...
Page 228 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 353 - Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze. Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent. Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 7 - 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: — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Page 14 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Page 10 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold ! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers...