 Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower...  Elegant extracts in poetry - Page 745by Elegant extracts - 1816Full view - About this book
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...Panope with all her sisters play'd, It was that fatal and perfidious bark 100 Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. That sunk so low that...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah! Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last... | |
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