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... o'er true virginity . Do ye believe me yet , or shall I call Antiquity from the old schools of Greece To testify the arms of Chastity ? Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow , Fair silver - shafted queen , for ever chaste ...
... o'er true virginity . Do ye believe me yet , or shall I call Antiquity from the old schools of Greece To testify the arms of Chastity ? Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow , Fair silver - shafted queen , for ever chaste ...
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... o'er thy false head . Com . She fables not ; I feel that I do fear Her words set off by some superior power ; And though not mortal , yet a cold shudd'ring dew Dips me all o'er , as when the wrath of 80.
... o'er thy false head . Com . She fables not ; I feel that I do fear Her words set off by some superior power ; And though not mortal , yet a cold shudd'ring dew Dips me all o'er , as when the wrath of 80.
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... o'er , as when the wrath of Jove Speaks thunder , and the chains of Erebus , To some of Saturn's crew . I must dissemble , And try her yet more strongly . Come , no more , This is mere moral babble , and direct Against the canon laws of ...
... o'er , as when the wrath of Jove Speaks thunder , and the chains of Erebus , To some of Saturn's crew . I must dissemble , And try her yet more strongly . Come , no more , This is mere moral babble , and direct Against the canon laws of ...
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... O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as I tread ; Gentle swain , at thy request I am here . Spir . Goddess dear , We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distress'd , Through the force , and ...
... O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as I tread ; Gentle swain , at thy request I am here . Spir . Goddess dear , We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distress'd , Through the force , and ...
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... O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance . The dances being ended , the Spirit epiloguizes . Spir . 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 ...
... O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance . The dances being ended , the Spirit epiloguizes . Spir . 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 ...
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Page 117 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 118 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Page 122 - 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 hallow'd haunt.
Page 84 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance: Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have.
Page 88 - 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, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.
Page 121 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else, great bards beside, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung; Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Page 119 - And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 53 - Of some chaste footing near about this ground. Run to your shrouds within these brakes and trees ; Our number may affright. Some virgin sure (For so I can distinguish by...
Page 67 - 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 nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 121 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...