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... Night , and her ugly subjects thou dost fright , And sleep , the lazy owl of night ; Asham'd and fearful to appear They screen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere . With them there hastes , and wildly takes the alarm , Of ...
... Night , and her ugly subjects thou dost fright , And sleep , the lazy owl of night ; Asham'd and fearful to appear They screen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere . With them there hastes , and wildly takes the alarm , Of ...
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... night How the Hand which guides her sphere . Constant in unconstant light , Taught the waves her yoke to bear , And did thus by loving force Curb or tame the rude sea's course . Anon . 24 . Ask the female palm how she First did 35 ...
... night How the Hand which guides her sphere . Constant in unconstant light , Taught the waves her yoke to bear , And did thus by loving force Curb or tame the rude sea's course . Anon . 24 . Ask the female palm how she First did 35 ...
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... night puts her sable mantle on , Thy light mistaking , hasteth to be gone , Her gloomy shades give way , As at the approach of day ; And all the planets shrink , in doubt to be Eclipsed by a brighter deity . Look , O Look ! How the ...
... night puts her sable mantle on , Thy light mistaking , hasteth to be gone , Her gloomy shades give way , As at the approach of day ; And all the planets shrink , in doubt to be Eclipsed by a brighter deity . Look , O Look ! How the ...
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... night ; The shade which from the swifter sun Doth in a circular motion run , Or souls that their eternal rest do keep , Make far more noise than Celia's breath in sleep . But if the angel which inspires This subtle frame with 47 ...
... night ; The shade which from the swifter sun Doth in a circular motion run , Or souls that their eternal rest do keep , Make far more noise than Celia's breath in sleep . But if the angel which inspires This subtle frame with 47 ...
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... night , Her matchless song does meditate ; Ye country comets , that portend No war nor prince's funeral , Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grass's fall ; 38 . Ye glow - worms , whose officious flame 50 THE BOOK OF.
... night , Her matchless song does meditate ; Ye country comets , that portend No war nor prince's funeral , Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grass's fall ; 38 . Ye glow - worms , whose officious flame 50 THE BOOK OF.
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Anon ballad beauty blest bold bonny brave breast bright Carterhaugh charms Child Waters Clerk Saunders Countess of Winchilsea dead dear death delight divine dost doth Earl ev'ry eyes fair Fair Annie fame fate fear fire flame flowers frae gold grace grave green hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Hind Horn king Kinmont Willie kiss kynge lady light Little Musgrave Litull John live Lord lover maid Mary Ambree Milton mind mother Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure poets praise Queen quoth Robin Hood Robyn Hode rose sacred Scottish Border seid shade shine sighs sing sleep smile Song soul stars sweet Tam Lin tears tell thee thine things Thomas Traherne thou art thought tree Twas unto verse weep Whilst wind wine wings young
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Страница 254 - 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...
Страница 1 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Страница 252 - And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory; They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. It was that fatall and perfidious Bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Страница 192 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Страница 13 - When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
Страница 170 - 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.
Страница 176 - 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, In her sweetest saddest plight.
Страница 13 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Страница 243 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Страница 247 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.