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Page 566
... willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks , and waft her love To come again to Carthage . Jef . In fuch a night , Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs , That did renew old Æfon . Lor . In fuch a night , Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy ...
... willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks , and waft her love To come again to Carthage . Jef . In fuch a night , Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs , That did renew old Æfon . Lor . In fuch a night , Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy ...
Page 578
... willow cabin at your gate , And call upon my foul within the houfe ; Write roval cantos of contemned love , And fing the loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills , And make the babbling geflip of the air ...
... willow cabin at your gate , And call upon my foul within the houfe ; Write roval cantos of contemned love , And fing the loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills , And make the babbling geflip of the air ...
Page 603
... willow grows afcaunt the brook , That fhews his hoar leaves in the glaffy ftream ; Therewith fantastic garlands did the make , Of crow - flowers , nettles , daifies , and long purples , That liberal fhepherds give a groffer name , But ...
... willow grows afcaunt the brook , That fhews his hoar leaves in the glaffy ftream ; Therewith fantastic garlands did the make , Of crow - flowers , nettles , daifies , and long purples , That liberal fhepherds give a groffer name , But ...
Page 716
... willows , and the hazel copfes green , Shall now no more be feen , Fanning their joyous leaves to thy foft lays . As killing as the canker to the rofe , Where were ye . Nymphs , when the remorseless Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd ...
... willows , and the hazel copfes green , Shall now no more be feen , Fanning their joyous leaves to thy foft lays . As killing as the canker to the rofe , Where were ye . Nymphs , when the remorseless Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd ...
Page 754
... willow'd meads more near , With those to whom thy ftork is dear ; Those whom the rod of Alva bruis'd ; Whofe crown a British queen refus'd ! The magic works , thou feel'ft the ftrains , One holier name alone remains : The perfect fpeli ...
... willow'd meads more near , With those to whom thy ftork is dear ; Those whom the rod of Alva bruis'd ; Whofe crown a British queen refus'd ! The magic works , thou feel'ft the ftrains , One holier name alone remains : The perfect fpeli ...
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Page 715 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 622 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 714 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Page 548 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 621 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 619 - Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
Page 620 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 570 - Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Page 683 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Page 548 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.