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... Thyrsis , so now in all real expression Your faithful and most humble Servant , H. LAWES . [ In the edition of 1645 was also prefixed Sir Henry Wotton's letter to the Author , upon the following poem . ] COMUS . A MASK , PRESENTED AT ...
... Thyrsis , so now in all real expression Your faithful and most humble Servant , H. LAWES . [ In the edition of 1645 was also prefixed Sir Henry Wotton's letter to the Author , upon the following poem . ] COMUS . A MASK , PRESENTED AT ...
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... THYRSIS . COMUS , with his crew . THE LADY . FIRST BROTHER . SECOND BROTHER . SABRINA , the Nymph . The Chief Persons who presented were- THE LORD BRACKLY . MR . THOMAS EGERTON , his Brother . THE LADY ALICE EGERTON . COMU S. The first ...
... THYRSIS . COMUS , with his crew . THE LADY . FIRST BROTHER . SECOND BROTHER . SABRINA , the Nymph . The Chief Persons who presented were- THE LORD BRACKLY . MR . THOMAS EGERTON , his Brother . THE LADY ALICE EGERTON . COMU S. The first ...
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... Shepherd . ] That halloo I should know ; what are you ? Speak ! Come not too near ; you fall on iron stakes else . SPIRIT . What voice is that ? My young lord ? Speak again . SECOND BROTHER . sure . ELDER BROTHER . Thyrsis ? 40 COMUS .
... Shepherd . ] That halloo I should know ; what are you ? Speak ! Come not too near ; you fall on iron stakes else . SPIRIT . What voice is that ? My young lord ? Speak again . SECOND BROTHER . sure . ELDER BROTHER . Thyrsis ? 40 COMUS .
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A Mask John Milton. SECOND BROTHER . sure . ELDER BROTHER . Thyrsis ? whose artful strains 17 have. O brother ! ' tis my father's shepherd , we lost her as we came . 41.
A Mask John Milton. SECOND BROTHER . sure . ELDER BROTHER . Thyrsis ? whose artful strains 17 have. O brother ! ' tis my father's shepherd , we lost her as we came . 41.
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A Mask John Milton. ELDER BROTHER . Thyrsis ? whose artful strains 17 have oft delayed The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And sweetened every musk - rose of the dale . How cam'st thou here , good swain ? Hath any ram Slipped from ...
A Mask John Milton. ELDER BROTHER . Thyrsis ? whose artful strains 17 have oft delayed The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And sweetened every musk - rose of the dale . How cam'st thou here , good swain ? Hath any ram Slipped from ...
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amidst Anchises Ascanius beg me sing beget on youthful bower brute Carpathian wizard's Charáctered chaste chastity Circe clouted shoon COMUS CORBOULD Corineus Cornwall crown that Virtue dead Parthenope's divine philosophy doth drouth drowsy-flighted EARL OF BRIDGEWATER earth cumbered ELDER BROTHER enchanter esteemed Estrildis Faerie Queene fair Ligea's false Fancy can beget fear flocks foul gentle give goddess grace Guendolen halloo hast hath head be crowned Hecat Henry VI herb hidden strength honour Jove knot-grass LADY Listen lord loved mayst Milton Nereus night nymph o'er Paradise Lost ribs of Death Roving the Celtic Sabrina SECOND BROTHER shades shepherd shrewd meddling elf silver lining sister sits the Assyrian sky robes spun soft and solemn-breathing solemn-breathing sound song soul spell SPIRIT stalk with languished stars stream Strive to keep swain sweet taste tell thee thou thought Thrice upon thy thy banks Thyrsis unlocked my lips wand wild winged air darked wood
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Page 38 - 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...
Page 20 - And in sweet madness robbed it of itself, But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
Page 32 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 39 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 76 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the Gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the Golden Tree.
Page 64 - What! have you let the false enchanter scape? O ye mistook; ye should have snatched his wand, And bound him fast. Without his rod reversed, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the Lady that sits here In stony fetters fixed and motionless.
Page 3 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth...
Page 35 - Does arbitrate the event, my nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear, And gladly banish squint suspicion.
Page 10 - We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire ; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Page 17 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.