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... stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and nether Jove Imperial rule of all the sea - girt isles , That , like to rich and various gems , 3 inlay The unadornéd bosom of the deep : Which he , to grace his tributary gods , By course commits ...
... stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and nether Jove Imperial rule of all the sea - girt isles , That , like to rich and various gems , 3 inlay The unadornéd bosom of the deep : Which he , to grace his tributary gods , By course commits ...
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... stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east . 6 Meanwhile welcome joy and feast , Midnight shout and revelry , Tipsy dance and jollity . Braid your ...
... stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east . 6 Meanwhile welcome joy and feast , Midnight shout and revelry , Tipsy dance and jollity . Braid your ...
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... streaming light , And thou shalt be our star of Arcady , Or Tyrian Cynosure . SECOND BROTHER . Or , if our eyes Be barred that happiness , might we but hear The folded flocks penned in their wattled cotes , Or sound of pastoral reed ...
... streaming light , And thou shalt be our star of Arcady , Or Tyrian Cynosure . SECOND BROTHER . Or , if our eyes Be barred that happiness , might we but hear The folded flocks penned in their wattled cotes , Or sound of pastoral reed ...
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... stream , and nothing wear but frieze , The All - giver would be unthanked , would be unpraised , Not half his riches known , and yet despised ; And we should serve him as a grudging master , As a penurious niggard of his wealth , And ...
... stream , and nothing wear but frieze , The All - giver would be unthanked , would be unpraised , Not half his riches known , and yet despised ; And we should serve him as a grudging master , As a penurious niggard of his wealth , And ...
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... gentle nymph not far from hence , That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream , — Sabrina is her name , a virgin pure ; Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine , 42 DI DI GANCE CORBOULD That had the sceptre from his 64 COMUS .
... gentle nymph not far from hence , That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream , — Sabrina is her name , a virgin pure ; Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine , 42 DI DI GANCE CORBOULD That had the sceptre from his 64 COMUS .
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Page 30 - 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 36 - 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 18 - 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 78 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Page 55 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please and sate the curious taste?
Page 44 - Had ta'en their supper on the savoury herb Of kno.t-grass dew-besprent, and were in fold, I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied, and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle, and began, Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy, To meditate my rural minstrelsy, Till fancy had her fill.
Page 16 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night? I did not err: there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
Page 16 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 66 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen, for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save. y Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus ; By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...
Page 24 - I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots. Their port was more than human, as they stood ; I took it for a fairy vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i