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... Night , mother of Ease , Thou gentle nurse , that with sweet lullabies Care - waking hearts to gentle flumber charm'st ! Thou Smooth cheek'd negro , Night , the black eyed Queen . That rid'ft about the world on the foft backs Of downy ...
... Night , mother of Ease , Thou gentle nurse , that with sweet lullabies Care - waking hearts to gentle flumber charm'st ! Thou Smooth cheek'd negro , Night , the black eyed Queen . That rid'ft about the world on the foft backs Of downy ...
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... nights . It has been affert- ed , that Milton was offered the place of Latin fecretary to the king , an offer that it is obvious , he could not in honour or confcience accept , and that on his wife preffing his compliance , he said ...
... nights . It has been affert- ed , that Milton was offered the place of Latin fecretary to the king , an offer that it is obvious , he could not in honour or confcience accept , and that on his wife preffing his compliance , he said ...
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... night and morning , and dictated in the day , fitting obliquely in an elbow chair , with his leg thrown over the arm . Fortune , as Johnson obferves , appears not to have had much of his care . loft , by different casualties , about ...
... night and morning , and dictated in the day , fitting obliquely in an elbow chair , with his leg thrown over the arm . Fortune , as Johnson obferves , appears not to have had much of his care . loft , by different casualties , about ...
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... night were only a hundred and thirty pounds . " Of this fum , fays Johnson , twenty pounds were given by Tonson , a man who is to be praised as often as he is which is the making of gold and filver lace , and which the deceased bred her ...
... night were only a hundred and thirty pounds . " Of this fum , fays Johnson , twenty pounds were given by Tonson , a man who is to be praised as often as he is which is the making of gold and filver lace , and which the deceased bred her ...
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... night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light fo neceffary is to life , And almost life it felf , if it be true That light is in the Soul , 90 She all in every part ; why was the fight To fuch a tender ball as th ' eye confin'd ...
... night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light fo neceffary is to life , And almost life it felf , if it be true That light is in the Soul , 90 She all in every part ; why was the fight To fuch a tender ball as th ' eye confin'd ...
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Page 104 - With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Page 98 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 114 - 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 chequer'd shade...
Page 108 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Page 101 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ! But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea That came in Neptune's plea.
Page 130 - And, though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlighten'd world no more should need.
Page 103 - Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 127 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 103 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 112 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...