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... spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven fings ; There under ebon fhades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But com thou goddess fair and free , In heav'n ycleap'd ...
... spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven fings ; There under ebon fhades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But com thou goddess fair and free , In heav'n ycleap'd ...
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... spreads her wisard stream : 55 Ay me , I fondly dream ! Had ye bin there --- for what could that have don ? What could the Mufe herself that Orpheus bore ? The Muse herself for her inchanting fon , Whom univerfal nature did lament , 60 ...
... spreads her wisard stream : 55 Ay me , I fondly dream ! Had ye bin there --- for what could that have don ? What could the Mufe herself that Orpheus bore ? The Muse herself for her inchanting fon , Whom univerfal nature did lament , 60 ...
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... , 125 But fwoln with wind , and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion spread : Befides what the grim woolf with privy paw 130 Daily devours apace ; and nothing sed , But VOL . I. D " 49 MILTON .
... , 125 But fwoln with wind , and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion spread : Befides what the grim woolf with privy paw 130 Daily devours apace ; and nothing sed , But VOL . I. D " 49 MILTON .
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... spreads his spacious wing , And hatches plenty for th ' enfuing spring . Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay , 170 Like mothers which their infants overlay . Nor with a fudden and impetuous wave , Like profufe kings , refumes the ...
... spreads his spacious wing , And hatches plenty for th ' enfuing spring . Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay , 170 Like mothers which their infants overlay . Nor with a fudden and impetuous wave , Like profufe kings , refumes the ...
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... spread , Upon the mon❜ments of the dead ? Nothing they but dust can show , Or bones that haften to be fo . Crown me with rofes whilft I live , Now your wines and ointments give : After death I nothing crave , Let me alive my pleasures ...
... spread , Upon the mon❜ments of the dead ? Nothing they but dust can show , Or bones that haften to be fo . Crown me with rofes whilft I live , Now your wines and ointments give : After death I nothing crave , Let me alive my pleasures ...
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againſt beauteous beauty bleft Born breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe dame defire deſpair diſtant dyed e'er eaſe Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feem fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flain flame fleep flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill ftream fuch fudden fung fwain groves heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent purſue reft reſt rifing riſe roſes ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkill ſky ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh woods youth
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.