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If the deep fighs of an afflicted breast , 25 O'erwhelm'd with forrow , or th ' erected eyes Of a poor wretch with miseries oppreft , For whofe complaints tears never could fuffice , Have not the power your deities to move , Who fhall ...
If the deep fighs of an afflicted breast , 25 O'erwhelm'd with forrow , or th ' erected eyes Of a poor wretch with miseries oppreft , For whofe complaints tears never could fuffice , Have not the power your deities to move , Who fhall ...
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... Let it be weeping too : but there Th ' engraver sure his art may spare ; For I fo truly thee bemoan , That I fhall weep though I be stone : Untill my tears , ftill dropping , wear My breast , themselves engraving there .
... Let it be weeping too : but there Th ' engraver sure his art may spare ; For I fo truly thee bemoan , That I fhall weep though I be stone : Untill my tears , ftill dropping , wear My breast , themselves engraving there .
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... Damon will restore , From rocks and quickfands free ; Your wishes will fecure his way , And doubtless he , for whom you pray , May laugh at destiny . * Born 1630 ; dyed 1688 . 5 10 15 ĭ Į IV . Still then those tempefts of your breast ,
... Damon will restore , From rocks and quickfands free ; Your wishes will fecure his way , And doubtless he , for whom you pray , May laugh at destiny . * Born 1630 ; dyed 1688 . 5 10 15 ĭ Į IV . Still then those tempefts of your breast ,
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Still then those tempefts of your breast , And fet that pretty heart at rest , The man will foon return : Those fighs for heav'n are only fit , Arabian gums are not so sweet , Nor off'rings when they burn . V. On him you lavish grief in ...
Still then those tempefts of your breast , And fet that pretty heart at rest , The man will foon return : Those fighs for heav'n are only fit , Arabian gums are not so sweet , Nor off'rings when they burn . V. On him you lavish grief in ...
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30 But vainer that relief than all the reft , The lefs he hop'd , with more defire poffefs'd ; Love stood the fiege , and would not yield his breast . Change was the next , but change deceiv'd his care ; He fought a fairer , but found ...
30 But vainer that relief than all the reft , The lefs he hop'd , with more defire poffefs'd ; Love stood the fiege , and would not yield his breast . Change was the next , but change deceiv'd his care ; He fought a fairer , but found ...
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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.