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Page 229
So dear to Heaven is saintly Chastity , That , when a soul is found sincerely so , A
thousand liveried Angels lackey her , Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt ;
And , in clear dream and solemn vision , Tell her things that no gross ear can ...
So dear to Heaven is saintly Chastity , That , when a soul is found sincerely so , A
thousand liveried Angels lackey her , Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt ;
And , in clear dream and solemn vision , Tell her things that no gross ear can ...
Page 260
And ever , against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal
verse ; 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 ...
And ever , against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal
verse ; 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 ...
Page 262
Come , but keep thy wonted state , With even step , and musing gait ; And looks
commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There , held in
holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast
...
Come , but keep thy wonted state , With even step , and musing gait ; And looks
commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There , held in
holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast
...
Page 322
Lond , in thine anger do not reprehend me , Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct
; Pity me , Lord , for I am much deject , And very weak and faint ; heal and amend
me : For all my bones , that ev'n with anguish ake , Are troubled , yea my soul is ...
Lond , in thine anger do not reprehend me , Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct
; Pity me , Lord , for I am much deject , And very weak and faint ; heal and amend
me : For all my bones , that ev'n with anguish ake , Are troubled , yea my soul is ...
Page 323
Upon the words of Cush , the Benjamite , against him , Lord , my God , to thee I fly
; Save me and secure me under Thy protection , while I cry ; Lest , as the lion , (
and no wonder , ) He haste to tear my soul asunder , Tearing , and no rescue ...
Upon the words of Cush , the Benjamite , against him , Lord , my God , to thee I fly
; Save me and secure me under Thy protection , while I cry ; Lest , as the lion , (
and no wonder , ) He haste to tear my soul asunder , Tearing , and no rescue ...
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Page 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Page 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 264 - 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 scepter'd 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 buskin'd stage.
Page 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Page 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Page 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 218 - Comus. 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.
Page 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Page 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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| Title | The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 7 The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Ezekiel Sanford |
| Author | Ezekiel Sanford |
| Contributor | Robert Walsh |
| Publisher | Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 22 May 2007 |
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