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Page 50
... tears , To ftrow the laureat herse where Lycid lies : For fo to interpose a little ease , 145 150 Let our frail thoughts dally with false furmife . Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and founding seas Wash far away , whereere thy bones are ...
... tears , To ftrow the laureat herse where Lycid lies : For fo to interpose a little ease , 145 150 Let our frail thoughts dally with false furmife . Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and founding seas Wash far away , whereere thy bones are ...
Page 51
... finging in their glory move , 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes . Now , Lycidas , the fhepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore , In thy large recompenfe , and fhalt be good To D 2 MILTON . 51.
... finging in their glory move , 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes . Now , Lycidas , the fhepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore , In thy large recompenfe , and fhalt be good To D 2 MILTON . 51.
Page 79
... tears Rather than fail . It cannot die fo . But , O my fears ! Heav'n's King Keeps register of every thing : And nothing may we use in vain , Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain . Unconftant Sylvio , when yet I had not found him ...
... tears Rather than fail . It cannot die fo . But , O my fears ! Heav'n's King Keeps register of every thing : And nothing may we use in vain , Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain . Unconftant Sylvio , when yet I had not found him ...
Page 82
... tears as these . I in a golden vial will Keep these two cryftal tears ; and fill It ' till it do o'erflow with mine ; Then place it in Diana's fhrine . Now my sweet fawn is vanish'd to Whither the fwans and turtles go : In fair Elyzium ...
... tears as these . I in a golden vial will Keep these two cryftal tears ; and fill It ' till it do o'erflow with mine ; Then place it in Diana's fhrine . Now my sweet fawn is vanish'd to Whither the fwans and turtles go : In fair Elyzium ...
Page 83
... tears , ftill dropping , wear My breaft , themselves engraving there . There at my feet fhalt thou be laid , 111 Of pureft alabaster made : For I would have thine image be White as I can , though not as thee . HORACE . LIB . IV . ODE 7 ...
... tears , ftill dropping , wear My breaft , themselves engraving there . There at my feet fhalt thou be laid , 111 Of pureft alabaster made : For I would have thine image be White as I can , though not as thee . HORACE . LIB . IV . ODE 7 ...
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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.