The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Ben Jonson to BeattieD. Appleton, 1852 - English poetry |
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... Till civil - suited Morn appear , Not trick'd and frounc'd as she was wont With the Attic boy to hunt , But kercheft in a comely cloud , While rocking winds are piping loud , Or ushered with a shower still When the gust hath blown his ...
... Till civil - suited Morn appear , Not trick'd and frounc'd as she was wont With the Attic boy to hunt , But kercheft in a comely cloud , While rocking winds are piping loud , Or ushered with a shower still When the gust hath blown his ...
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... Till further quest . How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence , through the empty vaulted night , At every fall smoothing the raven - down Of darkness , till it smil'd ! I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Syrens three ...
... Till further quest . How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence , through the empty vaulted night , At every fall smoothing the raven - down Of darkness , till it smil'd ! I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Syrens three ...
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... Till all be made immortal : but when Lust , By unchaste looks , loose gestures , and foul talk , But most by lewd and lavish act of sin , Lets in defilement to the inward parts , The soul grows clotted by contagion , Imbodies , and ...
... Till all be made immortal : but when Lust , By unchaste looks , loose gestures , and foul talk , But most by lewd and lavish act of sin , Lets in defilement to the inward parts , The soul grows clotted by contagion , Imbodies , and ...
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... till she reviv'd , And underwent a quick immortal change , Made goddess of the river : still she retains Her maiden gentleness , and oft at eve Visits the herds along the twilight meadows , Helping all urchin blasts , and ill - luck ...
... till she reviv'd , And underwent a quick immortal change , Made goddess of the river : still she retains Her maiden gentleness , and oft at eve Visits the herds along the twilight meadows , Helping all urchin blasts , and ill - luck ...
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... Till next sun - shine holiday : Here be , without dack or nod , Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes , and such court guise As Mercury did first devise , With the mincing Dryades , On the lawns and on the leas . 960 Mother . Noble ...
... Till next sun - shine holiday : Here be , without dack or nod , Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes , and such court guise As Mercury did first devise , With the mincing Dryades , On the lawns and on the leas . 960 Mother . Noble ...
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Page 20 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 345 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 20 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Page 44 - 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 ever-during 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 58 - And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 18 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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 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...
Page 381 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if ATTICUS were he 1 What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals?
Page 381 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; 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 caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 35 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence...
Page 141 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...