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The starre that bids the 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 ...
The starre that bids the 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 ...
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LADIE. Gentle villager "What readiest way would bring me to that place? COMUS
. Due west it rises from this shrubbie point. LADIE. To find out that good
shepheard I suppose In such a scant allowance of starre light "Would overtask
the best ...
LADIE. Gentle villager "What readiest way would bring me to that place? COMUS
. Due west it rises from this shrubbie point. LADIE. To find out that good
shepheard I suppose In such a scant allowance of starre light "Would overtask
the best ...
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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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O brother 'tis my father Shepheard sure. ELD. BRO. Thyrsis? whose artfull strains
have oft delayd The huddling brook to heare his madrigale, And sweeten'd every
muskrose of the dale, How cam'st thou here good Swaine, hath any ram Slip't ...
O brother 'tis my father Shepheard sure. ELD. BRO. Thyrsis? whose artfull strains
have oft delayd The huddling brook to heare his madrigale, And sweeten'd every
muskrose of the dale, How cam'st thou here good Swaine, hath any ram Slip't ...
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To tell thee sadly shepheard, without blame Or our neglect, wee lost her as wee
came. SPIRIT. Aye me unhappie then my fears are true. ELD . BRO . Whatf ears
good Thyrsis? prethee briefly shew. SPIRIT. He tell you, 'tis not vaine, or fabulous
...
To tell thee sadly shepheard, without blame Or our neglect, wee lost her as wee
came. SPIRIT. Aye me unhappie then my fears are true. ELD . BRO . Whatf ears
good Thyrsis? prethee briefly shew. SPIRIT. He tell you, 'tis not vaine, or fabulous
...
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aeternall agen aire amidst bowre BRACLY brest brother brute charme chast chastitie COMUS dance darknesse daughter of Locrine dazling deare doth drouth e're eare be true Earle of Bridgewater earth EDITION OF 1637 faire false farre Fathers feare feast flocks foule gentle glistring Goddesse gods golden goodnesse grace hallow hath head heard heav'n Hecat hidden strength honour immortall inchanted jocond JOHN MILTON Jove LADIE likenesse Listen and save lles Lord lov'd Love Ludlow Magick Maske mortall Mother Circe ne're nectar'd neere Nereus night Nymph praise prethee Queene Roaving sable cloud Turne SABRINA selfe shades Shepheard silver lining sister sits skie soft solemne Song soule spell SPIRIT starre streame Swaine sweet T'will tast tell thee thence thought Thrice upon thy Thyrsis trie true virgin vertue Vicount Virginitie wand wandring wave weeds wild wisard wish't wood worshipt yong youth
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Page 11 - 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 1 - change to her true Servants Amongst the enthron'd gods on Sainted seats. Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That ope's the palace of Eternity: To such my errand is, and but for such I would not
Page 18 - 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 23 - 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 6 - Begin to throng into my memorie Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire, And ayrie tongues, that syllable mens names On Sands, and Shoars, and desert Wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The vertuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion Conscience.— O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope
Page 20 - 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 21 - 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 12 - 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
Page 8 - Of Silence, through the emptie-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the Raven downe Of darknesse till she smil'd: I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Sirens three Amidst the flowrie-kirtl'd Naiades Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs "Who as they sung, would take the prison'd
Page 6 - My Brothers when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these Pines Stept as they se'd to the next Thicket side To bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Ev'n Like a sad Votarist in
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| Title | Comus, a maske |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | Elston Press, 1902 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 17 Feb 2006 |
| Length | 29 pages |
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