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... which , full high advanc'd , The Syrian damsels , to lament his fate Shone like a
meteor streaming to the wind , In am Tous ditties all a summer's day ; With gems
and golden lustre rich emblaz'd , While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 ...
... which , full high advanc'd , The Syrian damsels , to lament his fate Shone like a
meteor streaming to the wind , In am Tous ditties all a summer's day ; With gems
and golden lustre rich emblaz'd , While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 ...
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... on the rueful stream : fierce Phlegethon , 580 If chance the radiant sun with
farewell'sweet Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage . Extend his evening
beam , the fields revive , Far off from these , a slow and silent stream , The birds ...
... on the rueful stream : fierce Phlegethon , 580 If chance the radiant sun with
farewell'sweet Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage . Extend his evening
beam , the fields revive , Far off from these , a slow and silent stream , The birds ...
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... Dwelt from eternity ; dwelt then in thee , 5 Presented with a universal blank
Bright effluence of bright essence increate ! Of nature's works , to me expung'd
and raz'd , Or hearest thou rather pure ethereal stream , And wisdom at one
entrance ...
... Dwelt from eternity ; dwelt then in thee , 5 Presented with a universal blank
Bright effluence of bright essence increate ! Of nature's works , to me expung'd
and raz'd , Or hearest thou rather pure ethereal stream , And wisdom at one
entrance ...
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... Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream : Glad to be offer'd , he atten.Is the
will 270 With these , that never fade , the spirits elect 360 Of his great Father .
Admiration seiz'd [ tend , Bind their resplendent locks , inwreath'd with All heaven
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... Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream : Glad to be offer'd , he atten.Is the
will 270 With these , that never fade , the spirits elect 360 Of his great Father .
Admiration seiz'd [ tend , Bind their resplendent locks , inwreath'd with All heaven
...
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Yet higher than their tops And now divided into four main streams , The
verdurous wall of Paradise up - sprung : Runs diverse , wand'ring many a famous
realm Which to our general sire gave prospect large And country , whereof he
needs no ...
Yet higher than their tops And now divided into four main streams , The
verdurous wall of Paradise up - sprung : Runs diverse , wand'ring many a famous
realm Which to our general sire gave prospect large And country , whereof he
needs no ...
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110 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...