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... Jove , and spouse of Vulcanus , Thou glader of the mount of Citheron , For thilke love thou haddest to Adon Have pitee on my bitter teres smert , And take myn humble praier at thin herte . " Alas ! Í ne have no langage to tell The ...
... Jove , and spouse of Vulcanus , Thou glader of the mount of Citheron , For thilke love thou haddest to Adon Have pitee on my bitter teres smert , And take myn humble praier at thin herte . " Alas ! Í ne have no langage to tell The ...
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... Jove an hideous storm of rain Did pour into his leman's lap so fast , That every wight to shroud it did constrain , And this fair couple eke to shroud themselves were fain . Enforc'd to seek some covert nigh at hand , A shady grove not ...
... Jove an hideous storm of rain Did pour into his leman's lap so fast , That every wight to shroud it did constrain , And this fair couple eke to shroud themselves were fain . Enforc'd to seek some covert nigh at hand , A shady grove not ...
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... Jove's high house through heaven's brass - pav'd Drawn of fair peacocks , that excel in pride , And full of Argus eyes their tails disspreaden wide . But this was drawn of six unequal beasts , On which her six sage counsellors did ride ...
... Jove's high house through heaven's brass - pav'd Drawn of fair peacocks , that excel in pride , And full of Argus eyes their tails disspreaden wide . But this was drawn of six unequal beasts , On which her six sage counsellors did ride ...
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... Jove , Can change my cheer , or make me ever mourn ; My little boat can safely pass this perilous bourne . While thus she talked , and while thus she toy'd , They were far past the passage which he spake , And came unto an island waste ...
... Jove , Can change my cheer , or make me ever mourn ; My little boat can safely pass this perilous bourne . While thus she talked , and while thus she toy'd , They were far past the passage which he spake , And came unto an island waste ...
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... Jove is glad to seek ; We both are bound to follow heaven's behests , And tend our charges with obedience meek : Spare ( gentle sister ) with reproach my pains to eke ; " And tell me , if that ye my son have heard , To lurk amongst your ...
... Jove is glad to seek ; We both are bound to follow heaven's behests , And tend our charges with obedience meek : Spare ( gentle sister ) with reproach my pains to eke ; " And tell me , if that ye my son have heard , To lurk amongst your ...
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Page 134 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And 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 95 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Page 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 79 - This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me. Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
Page 476 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 455 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 97 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 151 - Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 214 - And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Page 111 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.