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Thou weake , I wanne ; thou leane , I quite forlorne ; With mourning pine I , you with pining mourne . 45 A thousand fithes I curfe that carefull houre , Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to fee : 50 And eke ten thousand fithes I ...
Thou weake , I wanne ; thou leane , I quite forlorne ; With mourning pine I , you with pining mourne . 45 A thousand fithes I curfe that carefull houre , Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to fee : 50 And eke ten thousand fithes I ...
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... To get them fodder , hie them to the fold , And the poor herds that lately did them keep Shudder'd with keenness of the winter's cold : The groves of their late fummer pride forlorn , 5 In moffy mantles fadly feem'd to mourn .
... To get them fodder , hie them to the fold , And the poor herds that lately did them keep Shudder'd with keenness of the winter's cold : The groves of their late fummer pride forlorn , 5 In moffy mantles fadly feem'd to mourn .
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But O the heavy change , now thou art gon , Now thou art gon , and never must return ! Thee , fhepherd , thee the woods and defert caves With wilde thyme and the gadding vine o'regrown , And all their echoes mourn .
But O the heavy change , now thou art gon , Now thou art gon , and never must return ! Thee , fhepherd , thee the woods and defert caves With wilde thyme and the gadding vine o'regrown , And all their echoes mourn .
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Those seats , whence long excluded thou must mourn ; That gate , for ever barr'd to thy return : Wilt thou not then bewail ill - fated love , And hate a banish'd man , condemn'd in woods to rove . EMMA . Thy rife of fortune did I only ...
Those seats , whence long excluded thou must mourn ; That gate , for ever barr'd to thy return : Wilt thou not then bewail ill - fated love , And hate a banish'd man , condemn'd in woods to rove . EMMA . Thy rife of fortune did I only ...
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The fools , my juniors by a year , Are tortur'd with fufpence and fear ; Who wifely thought my age a screen , When death approacht , to ftand between ; The screen remov'd , their hearts are trembling ; They mourn for me without ...
The fools , my juniors by a year , Are tortur'd with fufpence and fear ; Who wifely thought my age a screen , When death approacht , to ftand between ; The screen remov'd , their hearts are trembling ; They mourn for me without ...
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appear arms bear beauty Born breaſt breath bright charms court dead death defire delight dyed Emma ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear fecret fhall fight fing fire flame flow fome fong foul ftill fuch gentle give grace groves hand happy head hear heart heav'n Henry honour hope hour kind kings leave light live loft look lord lov'd maid mind morn mourn muft Muſe muſt nature never night nymph o'er once pain plain pleaſure poor pow'r praiſe pride proud rife round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſtill tears tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought thro tongue trees trembling turn Twas verſe virtue whofe whoſe winds 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.