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... CHOR . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; of O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffus'd , 115 100 a living death ] Consult the note , in Mr. Todd's ...
... CHOR . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; of O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffus'd , 115 100 a living death ] Consult the note , in Mr. Todd's ...
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... CHOR . He speaks , let us draw nigh . M The glory late of Israel , now the grief , [ We come , thy friends and neighbours not u From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale , To visit or bewail thee , or , if better , Counsel or consolation we ...
... CHOR . He speaks , let us draw nigh . M The glory late of Israel , now the grief , [ We come , thy friends and neighbours not u From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale , To visit or bewail thee , or , if better , Counsel or consolation we ...
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... CHOR . Tax not divine disposal : wisest men 210 Have err'd , and by bad women been deceiv'd ; And shall again , pretend they ne'er so wise . Deject not then so overmuch thyself , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet , truth to ...
... CHOR . Tax not divine disposal : wisest men 210 Have err'd , and by bad women been deceiv'd ; And shall again , pretend they ne'er so wise . Deject not then so overmuch thyself , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet , truth to ...
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... CHOR . In seeking just occasion to prov The Philistine , thy country's enemy , Thou never wast remiss , I bear thee witnes Yet Israel still serves with all his sons . SAMS . That fault I take not on me , but t On Israel's governors ...
... CHOR . In seeking just occasion to prov The Philistine , thy country's enemy , Thou never wast remiss , I bear thee witnes Yet Israel still serves with all his sons . SAMS . That fault I take not on me , but t On Israel's governors ...
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... CHOR . Thy words to my remembran How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemn'd , The matchless Gideon in pursuit Of Madian and her vanquish'd kings : And how ingrateful Ephraim Had dealt with Jephtha , who by argum ...
... CHOR . Thy words to my remembran How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemn'd , The matchless Gideon in pursuit Of Madian and her vanquish'd kings : And how ingrateful Ephraim Had dealt with Jephtha , who by argum ...
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10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest with thee bring, Him that yon...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.