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... Shepheard fold , Now the top of heav'n doth hold , And the gilded Carre of Day His glowing Axle doth allay , In the steepe Atlantik streame , And the slope Sun his upward beame Shoots against the duskie Pole , Pacing toward the other ...
... Shepheard fold , Now the top of heav'n doth hold , And the gilded Carre of Day His glowing Axle doth allay , In the steepe Atlantik streame , And the slope Sun his upward beame Shoots against the duskie Pole , Pacing toward the other ...
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... shepheard I suppose In such a scant allowance of starre light Would overtask the best land - pilots art Without the sure guesse of well - practiz'd feet . COMUS . I know each lane , and every alley greene Dingle , or bushie dell of this ...
... shepheard I suppose In such a scant allowance of starre light Would overtask the best land - pilots art Without the sure guesse of well - practiz'd feet . COMUS . I know each lane , and every alley greene Dingle , or bushie dell of this ...
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... Shepheard lead on.— THE TWO BROTHERS . ELD . BRO . Unmuffle yee faint stars , and thou fair moon That wontst to love the travailers benizon Stoope thy pale visage through an amber cloud And disinherit Chaos , that raigns here In double ...
... Shepheard lead on.— THE TWO BROTHERS . ELD . BRO . Unmuffle yee faint stars , and thou fair moon That wontst to love the travailers benizon Stoope thy pale visage through an amber cloud And disinherit Chaos , that raigns here In double ...
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... SHEPHEARD . That hallow I should know , what are you , speake , Come not too neere , you fall on iron stakes else . SPIRIT . What voice is that , my yong Lord ? speak agen . SEC . BRO . O brother ' tis my father Shepheard sure . ELD ...
... SHEPHEARD . That hallow I should know , what are you , speake , Come not too neere , you fall on iron stakes else . SPIRIT . What voice is that , my yong Lord ? speak agen . SEC . BRO . O brother ' tis my father Shepheard sure . ELD ...
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... shepheard , without blame Or our neglect , wee lost her as wee came . SPIRIT . Aye me unhappie then my fears are true . ELD . BRO . What fears good Thyrsis ? prethee briefly shew . SPIRIT . Ile tell you , ' tis not vaine , or fabulous ...
... shepheard , without blame Or our neglect , wee lost her as wee came . SPIRIT . Aye me unhappie then my fears are true . ELD . BRO . What fears good Thyrsis ? prethee briefly shew . SPIRIT . Ile tell you , ' tis not vaine , or fabulous ...
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agen aire bowre brest charme chast chastitie Circe commits to severall COMUS A Maske dance darknesse doth drouth e're eare Earle of Bridgewater Earth farre feare flocks foule gentle give my severall Goddesse golden goodnesse H. M. O'Kane hallow Harvard Harvard College hast heard heav'n Hecat heire apparent hidden strength honour honour'd i'th inchanted JOHN MILTON key That ope's LADIE Listen Locrine lov'd lovely Ludlow Castle Magick maine He quarters MASKE BY JOHN Maske COMUS mortall ne're neather Jove Imperial neere Nereus nurs't in Princely Nymph ô oh præsent Præsident of Wales Princely lore COMUS Printed for HVMPHREY Privie Counsell receiv'd RIGHT Honorable rightfull devotion Saphire crowns selfe severall friends satisfaction shades Shepheard sister sits skie smoake and stirre soft Song soule spell Spirits live insphear'd starre Swaine thou thought Vicount BRACKLY virgin wand wandring weare their Saphire weeds WILD WOOD wish't
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Page 3 - 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 to ruffl'd, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his owne
Page 10 - Would sit, and hearken even to extasie, And in requitall ope his leather'n scrip, And shew me simples of a thousand names Telling their strange, and vigorous faculties, Amongst the rest a small unsightly root, But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; The leafe was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another
Page 15 - Of this pure cause would kindle my rap't spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence, That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and shake, Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high "Were shatter'd into heaps ore thy false head. COMUS. She fables not, I
Page 12 - and sallow Abstinence. Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks Thronging the seas with spawne innumerable But all to please, and sate the curious tast? And set to work millions of spinning worms,
Page 13 - would be unthank't, would be unprais'd, Not hälfe his riches known, and yet despis'd, And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth, And live like Natures bastards, not her sons, "Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight, And strangl'd with her wast fertilitie;
Page 4 - To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit From the rash hand of bold Incontinence. You may as well spread out the unsun'd heaps Of misers treasure by an outlaws den And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope Danger will winke on opportunitie And let a single