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... , And rush'd in wrath to make our isle his prey ; Thy form , from out thy sweet abode , O'ertook him on his blasted road , And stopp'd his wheels , and look'd his rage away . 15 I see recoil his sable steeds , That bore him F 2 Ode to ...
... , And rush'd in wrath to make our isle his prey ; Thy form , from out thy sweet abode , O'ertook him on his blasted road , And stopp'd his wheels , and look'd his rage away . 15 I see recoil his sable steeds , That bore him F 2 Ode to ...
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... isles on ev'ry side , Mona , once hid from those who search the main , Where thousand elfin shapes abide , And Wight ... Isle of Man , that a mermaid be- coming enamoured of a young man of extraordinary beauty , took an opportunity of ...
... isles on ev'ry side , Mona , once hid from those who search the main , Where thousand elfin shapes abide , And Wight ... Isle of Man , that a mermaid be- coming enamoured of a young man of extraordinary beauty , took an opportunity of ...
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... come to grace thy western isle , 20 By warlike Honour led ; And , while around her ports rejoice , While all her sons adore thy choice , With him for ever wed ! THE MANNERS , AN ODE . FAREWELL , for clearer Ode to Peace.
... come to grace thy western isle , 20 By warlike Honour led ; And , while around her ports rejoice , While all her sons adore thy choice , With him for ever wed ! THE MANNERS , AN ODE . FAREWELL , for clearer Ode to Peace.
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... isle alone : Me too amidst thy band admit ; There where the young - ey'd healthful Wit , ( Whose jewels in his crisped hair 55 Are plac'd each other's beams to share ; Whom no delights from thee divide ) In laughter loos'd , attends thy ...
... isle alone : Me too amidst thy band admit ; There where the young - ey'd healthful Wit , ( Whose jewels in his crisped hair 55 Are plac'd each other's beams to share ; Whom no delights from thee divide ) In laughter loos'd , attends thy ...
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... isle could bear , At once exhausted with too rich a year . Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in art . Of softer mould the gentle Fletcher came , The next in order , as the next in name ; 50 55 ...
... isle could bear , At once exhausted with too rich a year . Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in art . Of softer mould the gentle Fletcher came , The next in order , as the next in name ; 50 55 ...
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Side 82 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 66 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 91 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side 81 - For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Side 185 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut. That from the mountain's side Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 90 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close: And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Side 104 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 89 - Possessed beyond the Muse's painting ; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined ; Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired...
Side 91 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Side 156 - With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return!