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Page 239
... and goes about to rise . Comus . Nay , Lady , sit ; if I but wave this wand , Your
nerves are all chain ' d up in alabaster , And you a statue , or , as Daphne was ,
Root - bound that filed Apollo . Lady . · Fool , do not boast ; Thou COMUS . 239.
... and goes about to rise . Comus . Nay , Lady , sit ; if I but wave this wand , Your
nerves are all chain ' d up in alabaster , And you a statue , or , as Daphne was ,
Root - bound that filed Apollo . Lady . · Fool , do not boast ; Thou COMUS . 239.
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Rise , rise , and heave thy rosy head , From the coral - paven bed , And bridle in
thy headlong wave , Till thou our summons answer ' d have . , i - Listen , and save
! . . SABRINA rises , attended by Water - Nymphs , and sings . By the rushy ...
Rise , rise , and heave thy rosy head , From the coral - paven bed , And bridle in
thy headlong wave , Till thou our summons answer ' d have . , i - Listen , and save
! . . SABRINA rises , attended by Water - Nymphs , and sings . By the rushy ...
Page 248
... 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 the coral - paven
bed , And bridle in thy headlong wave , Till thou our summons answer ' d have .
... 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 the coral - paven
bed , And bridle in thy headlong wave , Till thou our summons answer ' d have .
Page 332
How many those , That in arms against me rise ! Many are they , That of my life
distrustfully thus say ; No help for him in God there lies . . But thou , Lord , art my
shield , my glory , Thee , through my story , The exalter of my head I count ; Aloud
I ...
How many those , That in arms against me rise ! Many are they , That of my life
distrustfully thus say ; No help for him in God there lies . . But thou , Lord , art my
shield , my glory , Thee , through my story , The exalter of my head I count ; Aloud
I ...
Page 374
Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watry plain . For his & c . Who ,
by his all - commanding might , Did fill the new - made world with light . For his &
c . And caus ' d the golden - tressed sun All the day long his course to run .
Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watry plain . For his & c . Who ,
by his all - commanding might , Did fill the new - made world with light . For his &
c . And caus ' d the golden - tressed sun All the day long his course to run .
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Angels arms begin bring Brother brought cause Chorus comes Comus dark death deeds deep delight divine doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fall fame Father fear feast foes force give glory Gods grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold holy honour hope keep king Lady land leave less light live look Lord lost Manoah means mind morn mortal Nature never night once peace perhaps praise pure reign rest rise round Samson Satan seat seek shades shalt side sight sing song sons soon soul Spirit stand strength sweet tell thee things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Till true truth virtue voice wild wilt winds wings wise wonder wood
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Page 170 - 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 impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
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Page 135 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old. Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 140 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 144 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 136 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, 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.
Page 209 - 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 ; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
Page 140 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
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Page 150 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...