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... hast heard to be In this or that praised diversely apart , In her thou mayst them all assembled see , And sealed up in the threasure of her heart . " The lady , however , did marry again . In 1600 , when Spenser was no longer alive to ...
... hast heard to be In this or that praised diversely apart , In her thou mayst them all assembled see , And sealed up in the threasure of her heart . " The lady , however , did marry again . In 1600 , when Spenser was no longer alive to ...
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... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , Now while the heaven , by the Sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , Now while the heaven , by the Sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
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... Hast built thyself a livelong monument . For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then ...
... Hast built thyself a livelong monument . For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then ...
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... , That , to give the world increase , Shortened hast thy own life's lease ! Here , besides the sorrowing That thy noble house doth bring , 30 40 50 Here be tears of perfect moan Weept for thee in MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER . 149.
... , That , to give the world increase , Shortened hast thy own life's lease ! Here , besides the sorrowing That thy noble house doth bring , 30 40 50 Here be tears of perfect moan Weept for thee in MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER . 149.
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... the freedom of my mind With all thy charms , although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good . 660 Comus . Why are you vexed , Lady ? why do you frown ? Here dwell no frowns , nor anger ; from these COMUS . 189.
... the freedom of my mind With all thy charms , although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good . 660 Comus . Why are you vexed , Lady ? why do you frown ? Here dwell no frowns , nor anger ; from these COMUS . 189.
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202 ÆäÀÌÁö - the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me ! I fondly dream " Had ye been there," ... for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, 60
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - To a degenerate and degraded state. Sec. Bro. How charming is divine Philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. Eld. Bro. List! list! I hear
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - SONG ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ! Woods and groves are of thy dressing ; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - xxv. He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide, Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swaddling bands control the damned crew. 1
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - In fire, air, flood, or underground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops ' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, 100 Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad Virgin ! that thy power Might raise
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - junkets eat. She was pinched and pulled, she said ; And he, by Friar's lantern led, Tells how the drudging goblin sweat To earn his cream-bowl duly set, When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend,
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have done. The bounds of either sword to thee we owe : Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son. XVIII. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT.
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. 10
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - All the swains that there abide With jigs and rural dance resort. We shall catch them at their sport, And our sudden coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer. Come, let us haste ; the stars grow high, But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. The Scene changes,
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's