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... close up the stars , That Nature hung in heaven , and fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil , to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller ? This is the place , as well as I may guess , Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth ...
... close up the stars , That Nature hung in heaven , and fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil , to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller ? This is the place , as well as I may guess , Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth ...
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... close dungeon of innumerous boughs . But , O that hapless virgin , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now , whither betake her From the chill dew , among rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now , Or ...
... close dungeon of innumerous boughs . But , O that hapless virgin , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now , whither betake her From the chill dew , among rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now , Or ...
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... , Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy , To meditate my rural minstrelsy , Till Fancy had her fill ; but , ere a close , The wonted roar was up amidst the woods , And fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance ; At which 30 MILTON .
... , Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy , To meditate my rural minstrelsy , Till Fancy had her fill ; but , ere a close , The wonted roar was up amidst the woods , And fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance ; At which 30 MILTON .
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... close - curtain'd Sleep : At last a soft and solemn - breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes , And stole upon the air , that even Silence Was took ere she was ' ware , and wish'd she might Deny her nature , and be ...
... close - curtain'd Sleep : At last a soft and solemn - breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes , And stole upon the air , that even Silence Was took ere she was ' ware , and wish'd she might Deny her nature , and be ...
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... close and damp , Unwholesome draught : but here I feel amends , The breath of heaven fresh blowing , pure and sweet , With day - spring born , here leave me to respire.— This day a solemn feast the people hold To Dagon , their sea ...
... close and damp , Unwholesome draught : but here I feel amends , The breath of heaven fresh blowing , pure and sweet , With day - spring born , here leave me to respire.— This day a solemn feast the people hold To Dagon , their sea ...
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Arcite arm'd arms behold bless'd bliss blood bore breast breath Chanticleer Chor COMUS coursers Creon cried crown'd Cymon Dagon dame death delight design'd divine dream earth Emily ev'n eyes fair falchions fame fate father fear fear'd feast fight fire fix'd flame flower force grace green ground grove hand hast hath head heard heart Heaven holy honour JOHN SHARPE join'd Jove king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady light live look'd lord Lycidas Lysimachus maid Manoah mind mix'd mortal Nature's never nymphs o'er once pain Palamon pass'd peace Philistines Philostratus Pirithous pointed lance praise prey prince queen rest Reynard Rhodian sacred Sams Samson SAMSON AGONISTES secret seem'd shade sight sing song sorrow soul sound steed stood sung sweet Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art thought turn'd Twas virtue wind wood youth
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Página 10 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Página 9 - 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, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night...
Página 16 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Página 6 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 24 - 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 bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 7 - Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 5 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Página 19 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 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.
Página 26 - In consecrated earth And on the holy hearth The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power...
Página 17 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.