The Purple Island, a PoemBurton and Briggs, 1816 - 190 sider |
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... Hath only learn'd in private shades to feign Soft sighs of love , unto a looser strain ; Or thy poor Thelgon's wrong , in mournful verse to plain ; V. Yet , since the shepherd - swains do all consent To make thee lord of them , and of ...
... Hath only learn'd in private shades to feign Soft sighs of love , unto a looser strain ; Or thy poor Thelgon's wrong , in mournful verse to plain ; V. Yet , since the shepherd - swains do all consent To make thee lord of them , and of ...
Side 3
... hath former ages , Now left succeeding times to play upon ? And what remains unthought of by those sages , Where a new muse may try her pinion ? What light'ning heroes , like great Peleus ' heir Darting his beams thro ' our hard frozen ...
... hath former ages , Now left succeeding times to play upon ? And what remains unthought of by those sages , Where a new muse may try her pinion ? What light'ning heroes , like great Peleus ' heir Darting his beams thro ' our hard frozen ...
Side 4
... Hath soar'd to heav'n , and there hath learn'd the art To frame angelic strains , and canzons sing ; Too high and deep for any shallow heart . Ah , blessed soul ! in those celestial rays , Which gave thee light , these lower works to ...
... Hath soar'd to heav'n , and there hath learn'd the art To frame angelic strains , and canzons sing ; Too high and deep for any shallow heart . Ah , blessed soul ! in those celestial rays , Which gave thee light , these lower works to ...
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... hath the muses scorn'd , " Alive or dead , be never of a muse adorn'd * ! ” XXI . Oft therefore have I chid my tender muse ; Oft my chill breast beats off her flutt'ring wing : Yet when new spring her gentle rays infuse , All storms are ...
... hath the muses scorn'd , " Alive or dead , be never of a muse adorn'd * ! ” XXI . Oft therefore have I chid my tender muse ; Oft my chill breast beats off her flutt'ring wing : Yet when new spring her gentle rays infuse , All storms are ...
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... hath passed thro ' many ages , And still retains a natural proclivity To ruin , compass'd with a thousand rages Of foe - men's spite , which still this ISLAND tosses ; Yet ever grows more prosp'rous by her crosses , By with'ring ...
... hath passed thro ' many ages , And still retains a natural proclivity To ruin , compass'd with a thousand rages Of foe - men's spite , which still this ISLAND tosses ; Yet ever grows more prosp'rous by her crosses , By with'ring ...
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armour arms bands beauty blood breast breath bright call'd Cant CANTO chang'd chyle colour death divers doth dwell Earth ev'ry eyes face fair fair ISLE fair mount fears fiends fierce fight fill'd fire flame Fletcher flow'rs foes foul fram'd frame gentle GILES FLETCHER glorious golden grace grief hand happy hath head heart heat Heav'n heav'nly Hell hellish Hepar HILGAY Isle light live liver lofty maid Methos mighty Muse ne'er never night nimble Ovid passage Pentarchy Peritoneum PHINEAS FLETCHER pipe plac'd pow'r prince Purple Island rage rest rise round seem'd shame shepherd shield shining show'rs side sight silver sing sleep song soon soul sparkling Spenser spite spleen sprite stands stars streams swain sweet swelling Tactus tears thee thence thin Thirsil thou thousand Thracian Thumos Tiphys tongue tow'rs tunicle Twixt unto veins Vex'd wall waves winds wondrous word wretched XXXII
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Side xi - 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.
Side 94 - Fond man, that looks on Earth for happiness, And here long seeks what here is never found ! For all our good we hold from Heav'n by lease, With many forfeits and conditions bound ; Nor can we pay the fine, and rentage due : Though now but writ, and seal'd, and giv'n anew, Yet daily we it break, then daily must renew. Why shouldst thou here look for perpetual good. At...
Side 151 - Arabian bird, shining in colours new ; Itself unto itself was only mate ; Ever the same, but new in newer date : And underneath was writ ' Such is chaste single state.' Thus hid in arms she seem'da goodly knight, And fit for any warlike exercise : But when she list lay down her armour bright, And back resume her peaceful maiden's guise ; The fairest Maid she was, that ever yet Prison'd her locks within a golden net, Or let them waving hang, with roses fair beset.
Side 168 - No empty hopes, no courtly fears him fright ; Nor begging wants his middle fortune bite : But sweet content exiles both misery and spite. Instead of music, and base flattering tongues, Which wait to first salute my lord's uprise ; The cheerful lark wakes him with early songs, And birds sweet...
Side x - An holy-water sprinkle, dipt in dew, With which she sprinkled favours manifold On whom she list, and did great liking shew, — Great liking unto many, but true love to few.
Side 152 - A bed of lilies flower upon her cheek, And in the midst was set a circling rose ; Whose sweet aspect would force Narcissus seek New liveries, and fresher colours choose To deck his beauteous head in snowy 'tire ; But all in vain : for who can hope t...
Side 169 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content : The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades, till...
Side 168 - Thrice, oh thrice happy, shepherd's life and state, When courts are happiness* unhappy pawns! His cottage low, and safely humble gate Shuts out proud Fortune, with her scorns and fawns : No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep : Singing all day, his Hocks he learns to keep ; Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep.
Side 169 - God can please. His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps, While by his side his faithful spouse hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps, . The lively picture of his father's...
Side 153 - By force of th' inward sun both shine and move ; Throned in her heart sits love's high majesty, — In highest majesty the highest love. As when a taper shines in glassy frame, The sparkling crystal burns in glittering flame, So does that brightest love brighten this lovely dame.