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... Shall vie with Philomel , when the purfues Her evening fong thro ' every winding maze Of melody , than rhyme fhall foothe the foul With mufic fweet as thine.- With vigilant eye Thee Philips watches , and , with tafte refin'd , Each ...
... Shall vie with Philomel , when the purfues Her evening fong thro ' every winding maze Of melody , than rhyme fhall foothe the foul With mufic fweet as thine.- With vigilant eye Thee Philips watches , and , with tafte refin'd , Each ...
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... Shall bid his fpirit blow . The hoary fen , In putrid fteams , emits the living cloud Of peftilence . Through fubterranean cells , Where fearching fun - beams fcarce can find a way , Earth animated heaves . The flowery leaf Wants not ...
... Shall bid his fpirit blow . The hoary fen , In putrid fteams , emits the living cloud Of peftilence . Through fubterranean cells , Where fearching fun - beams fcarce can find a way , Earth animated heaves . The flowery leaf Wants not ...
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... Shall be the copious matter of my fong Henceforth , and never fhall my harp thy praise Forget , nor from thy Father's praife disjoin . 527 . thy choice Nectar , on which always wait Laughter and Sport , and care - beguiling wit , And ...
... Shall be the copious matter of my fong Henceforth , and never fhall my harp thy praise Forget , nor from thy Father's praife disjoin . 527 . thy choice Nectar , on which always wait Laughter and Sport , and care - beguiling wit , And ...
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... Shall I that feafon mifemploy , And idly fly from proffer'd joy ? No ! let me quaff the generous wine , Gift of Bacchus , power divine , And , while the sparkling bowl I drain , Hush to reft my every pain . 396. Nor can the Poet Bacchus ...
... Shall I that feafon mifemploy , And idly fly from proffer'd joy ? No ! let me quaff the generous wine , Gift of Bacchus , power divine , And , while the sparkling bowl I drain , Hush to reft my every pain . 396. Nor can the Poet Bacchus ...
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... THE WAYS THAT LEAD TO HIS GRIM CAVE , all difmal ; yet to fense More terrible at th ' entrance than within . Some , as thou faw'ft , by violent stroke shall die , By rment from focial cups ! May we , remote By 144 BOOK II . CIDER .:
... THE WAYS THAT LEAD TO HIS GRIM CAVE , all difmal ; yet to fense More terrible at th ' entrance than within . Some , as thou faw'ft , by violent stroke shall die , By rment from focial cups ! May we , remote By 144 BOOK II . CIDER .:
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Page 89 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 88 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 88 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 44 - With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year. The balmy spirit of the western gale / Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail : Each dropping pear a following pea.r supplies, On apples apples, figs on figs arise : The same mild season gives the blooms to blow, The buds to harden, and the fruits to grow ; Here order'd vines in equal ranks appear, With all th...
Page 23 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths; their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 138 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 52 - Of mercy and justice in thy face discern'd, Regardless of the bliss wherein he sat Second to thee, offer'd himself to die For man's offence. O unexampled love ! Love no where to be found less than divine ! Hail, Son of God, Saviour of men! Thy name Shall be the copious matter of my song Henceforth, and never shall my harp thy praise Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin ! " Thus they in heaven, above the starry sphere, Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent.
Page 12 - tis, to caft one's eyes fo low ! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air.
Page 153 - Under his forming hands a creature grew, Man-like, but different sex ; so lovely fair, That what...
Page 44 - Four acres was the allotted space of ground, Fenced with a green enclosure all around. Tall thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mould : The reddening apple ripens here to gold. Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows : The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year.