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... never wet , But firme is fixt , and sendeth light from farre To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre ; And chearefull chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once , that Phoebus fiery carre In hast was climbing up the easterne ...
... never wet , But firme is fixt , and sendeth light from farre To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre ; And chearefull chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once , that Phoebus fiery carre In hast was climbing up the easterne ...
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... never rest ; But every hil and dale , each wood and plaine , Did search , sore grieved in her gentle brest , He so ungently left her , whom she loved best . But subtill Archimago , when his guests He saw divided into double parts , And ...
... never rest ; But every hil and dale , each wood and plaine , Did search , sore grieved in her gentle brest , He so ungently left her , whom she loved best . But subtill Archimago , when his guests He saw divided into double parts , And ...
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... never prince so faithfull and so faire , Was never prince so meeke and debonaire ! But , ere my hoped day of spousall shone , My dearest lord fell from high honors staire Into the hands of hys accursed fone , And cruelly was slaine ...
... never prince so faithfull and so faire , Was never prince so meeke and debonaire ! But , ere my hoped day of spousall shone , My dearest lord fell from high honors staire Into the hands of hys accursed fone , And cruelly was slaine ...
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... never sat , ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . But this good knight , soone as he them can spie , For the coole shade him thither hastly got ; For golden Phoebus , now ymounted hie , From fiery ...
... never sat , ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . But this good knight , soone as he them can spie , For the coole shade him thither hastly got ; For golden Phoebus , now ymounted hie , From fiery ...
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... never could be wrought , Is pour'd upon him far beyond his Thought . And Richard , who look'd Fortune in the back , Sees headlong Lightness running from the Right , Amazed stands , to note how great a Wreck Of Faith his Riots caus'd ...
... never could be wrought , Is pour'd upon him far beyond his Thought . And Richard , who look'd Fortune in the back , Sees headlong Lightness running from the Right , Amazed stands , to note how great a Wreck Of Faith his Riots caus'd ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Side 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Side 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Side 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Side 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Side 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Side 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Side 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...