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... and Baälim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice - batter'd god of Palestine ; And mooned Ashtaroth , Heaven's queen and mother both , Now sits not girt with tapers ' holy shine ; The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn ; [ mourn .
... and Baälim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice - batter'd god of Palestine ; And mooned Ashtaroth , Heaven's queen and mother both , Now sits not girt with tapers ' holy shine ; The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn ; [ mourn .
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Amor arms Atque bear blind bright bring brought cause comes COMUS cłm dark death deep divine domum dost doth earth enemies eyes fair faith Father fear feast foes force friends gave give gods Hęc hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven honor hope inter ipse keep kings LADY land less light live look Lord loud mihi mind mortal never night once peace praise PSALM quę quid quoque rest round Samson seek serve shame sight sing song soon soul spirits strength sweet tears tell thee things thou thou hast thought tibi true truth vacat virgin Virtue
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Page 118 - AC ! this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 124 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th
Page 126 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 59 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixed, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
Page 108 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
Page 70 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Page 62 - What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His uncontrollable intent ; His servants he, with new acquist Of true experience, from this great event, With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
Page 116 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 77 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Page 124 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
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| Title | The British Poets: Including Translations ... Volume 18 of The British Poets: Including Translations, British poets |
| Author | British poets |
| Publisher | C. Whittingham, 1822 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Sep 28, 2006 |
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