B who is this? what thing of sea or land?
Female of sex it seems,

that so bedecked, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way sailing

Like a stately ship

Of Tarsus, bound for the isles

Of Javan or Gadire,

With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,

Sails filled, and streamers waving,

Courted by all the winds that hold them play,

An amber scent of odorous perfume

Her harbinger.

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Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
Aiter offence returning, to regain

Love once possessed.

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He's gone, and who knows how he may report

Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

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For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

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Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail

Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt.

Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair.

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Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot.

Which men call Earth.

That opes the palace of eternity.

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The nodding horror of whose shady brows.

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From out the purple grape

Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.

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These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.

Midnight shout and revelry

Tipsy dance and jollity.

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Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain.

A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names

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O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering Angel, girt with golden wings! Line 213.

Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smiled!

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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul

And lap it in Elysium.

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Su sober certainty of waking bliss.

I took it for a faery vision

() some gay creatures of the element, That it, the colours of the rainbow live, the plighted clouds.

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journey like the path to heaven, you find them.

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could see to do what virtue would

own radiant light, though sun and moon
the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self

Yes to sweet retired solitude,

y with her best nurse Contemplation, plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, in the various bustle of resort

e all-to ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

that has light within his own clear breast
My sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun.

Of miser's treasure.

The unsunned heaps

"T is chastity, my brother, chastity:
She that has that is clad in complete steel.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog, or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

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So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so
A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in clear dream, and solemn vision,
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft converse with heavenly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape.

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How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,1

And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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And sweetened every musk-rose of the dale.

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Filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

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I was all ear,

And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.

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The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another country, as he said,

Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil:
Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

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As bright Apollo's lute.

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Entered the very lime-twigs of his spells,

And yet came off.

This cordial julep here,

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And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. Line 727.

It is for homely features to keep home,

They had their name thence; coarse complexions,
And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply

The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool. Line 748.

What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

Swinish gluttony

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Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast,

But with besotted base ingratitude

Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.

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Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

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