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Page 18
... Bring hither , bring hither my bag so red , And portmanteau so brown : ( They lie in the van , for a trusty man He labelled them London town :) " And fetch me eke a cabman bold , That I may be his fare , his fare ; And he shall have a ...
... Bring hither , bring hither my bag so red , And portmanteau so brown : ( They lie in the van , for a trusty man He labelled them London town :) " And fetch me eke a cabman bold , That I may be his fare , his fare ; And he shall have a ...
Page 53
... brings me to " ( As Gilpin said ) " the middle of my song . " Not that " the middle " is precisely true , Or else I should not tax your patience long : If I had said ' beginning , ' it might do ; But I have a dislike to quoting wrong ...
... brings me to " ( As Gilpin said ) " the middle of my song . " Not that " the middle " is precisely true , Or else I should not tax your patience long : If I had said ' beginning , ' it might do ; But I have a dislike to quoting wrong ...
Page 78
... brings on at nights catarrh . They staid in his room till the sun was high : But still did the feathered one give no sign Of opening a peeper - he might be a sleeper Such as rests on the Northern or Midland line . At last he woke , and ...
... brings on at nights catarrh . They staid in his room till the sun was high : But still did the feathered one give no sign Of opening a peeper - he might be a sleeper Such as rests on the Northern or Midland line . At last he woke , and ...
Page 116
... brings , That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed , 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 ...
... brings , That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed , 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 ...
Page 120
... Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe , and pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy freaked with jet , The glowing violet , The musk - rose , and the well - attired woodbine , With cowslips wan that ...
... Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe , and pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy freaked with jet , The glowing violet , The musk - rose , and the well - attired woodbine , With cowslips wan that ...
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Achaians Achilles aforetime Agamemnon Apollo Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caterva Chryse Clytemnestra Cyclops dark dear doth dream drink enim escutcheon fair fibula flower fremens gaze Gods Grace green Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven honour Houndsditch instar Jamque JONATHAN PALMER Jove juvenis juventa Königswinter lawns light linger Lyce Lycidas mensas mind morn muse neath neque never night nose Nymphs o'er Odit omnes once p'raps Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer Quæ queis Quicquid quid Quod ransom rebus refert rose shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul spake stars stout portèr stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou art Thou shalt Thro tibi tuam unto venit venti vero voice walked wandered wild wind wine wing youth Zeus
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Page 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Page 108 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 124 - 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 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 106 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 114 - 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.
Page 116 - And questioned 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...
Page 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
Page 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.