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... once a pleasure , And from thy wardrobe bring thy choicest treasure ; Not those new - fangled toys and trimming slight , Which takes our late fantasticks with delight ; But cull those richest robes and gayest attire , Which deepest ...
... once a pleasure , And from thy wardrobe bring thy choicest treasure ; Not those new - fangled toys and trimming slight , Which takes our late fantasticks with delight ; But cull those richest robes and gayest attire , Which deepest ...
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... once The stores of Roman rhetoric , and learn'd The full - toned language of the eloquent Greeks , Whose lofty music graced the lips of Jove , Thyself didst counsel me to add the flowers That Gallia boasts , -those too with which the ...
... once The stores of Roman rhetoric , and learn'd The full - toned language of the eloquent Greeks , Whose lofty music graced the lips of Jove , Thyself didst counsel me to add the flowers That Gallia boasts , -those too with which the ...
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... once ; and never excite expectation by concealment , by gradual approaches , and by interrupted appearances . " At line 131 , the poet alludes to a stage worthy of his presence : - Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's ...
... once ; and never excite expectation by concealment , by gradual approaches , and by interrupted appearances . " At line 131 , the poet alludes to a stage worthy of his presence : - Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's ...
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... once took up the thing , they carried it too far : but Collins , in his " Ode to Evening , " stopped precisely at the true point : Gray caught some of the infusion ; and I suspect , that in two or three images or epithets , he was ...
... once took up the thing , they carried it too far : but Collins , in his " Ode to Evening , " stopped precisely at the true point : Gray caught some of the infusion ; and I suspect , that in two or three images or epithets , he was ...
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... once the themes of the British bards , should now again be celebrated in verse . Milton , in his " Church Government , " written in 1641 , says that , after the example of Tasso , " it haply would be no rashness , from an equal ...
... once the themes of the British bards , should now again be celebrated in verse . Milton , in his " Church Government , " written in 1641 , says that , after the example of Tasso , " it haply would be no rashness , from an equal ...
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Page 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Page 175 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 175 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page xvi - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Page 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
Page 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Page lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 195 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.