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... Rise , rise , unhappy swaine , That here wex old in sleepe , whiles wicked wights Have knit themselves in Venus shameful chaine : Come , see where your false lady doth her honor staine . " All in a maze he suddenly up start With sword ...
... Rise , rise , unhappy swaine , That here wex old in sleepe , whiles wicked wights Have knit themselves in Venus shameful chaine : Come , see where your false lady doth her honor staine . " All in a maze he suddenly up start With sword ...
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... rise . Under whose Craggy Government there was A niggard narrow Way , for Men to pass : And here , in hidden Cliffs , concealed lay A Troop of Armed Men , to intercept The unsuspecting King ; that had no way To free his Foot , that into ...
... rise . Under whose Craggy Government there was A niggard narrow Way , for Men to pass : And here , in hidden Cliffs , concealed lay A Troop of Armed Men , to intercept The unsuspecting King ; that had no way To free his Foot , that into ...
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... rise , Proceed from eager Looks . and Brows that threat : 66 Traytor , saith She ; is't thou , that in this wise " To brave thy Lord and King art made so great ? " And have mine Eyes done unto me this Wrong , " To look on thee ? For ...
... rise , Proceed from eager Looks . and Brows that threat : 66 Traytor , saith She ; is't thou , that in this wise " To brave thy Lord and King art made so great ? " And have mine Eyes done unto me this Wrong , " To look on thee ? For ...
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... vain Against the Omnipotent to rise in arms ! Who out of smallest things , could without end Have raised incessant armies to defeat Thy folly ; or with solitary hand , Reaching beyond all limit , at one blow , Unaided 46 MILTON .
... vain Against the Omnipotent to rise in arms ! Who out of smallest things , could without end Have raised incessant armies to defeat Thy folly ; or with solitary hand , Reaching beyond all limit , at one blow , Unaided 46 MILTON .
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... rise Unvanquish'd , easier to transact with me That thou shouldst hope , imperious , and with threats To chase me hence ? err not , that so shall end The strife , which thou call'st evil , but we style The strife of glory ; which we ...
... rise Unvanquish'd , easier to transact with me That thou shouldst hope , imperious , and with threats To chase me hence ? err not , that so shall end The strife , which thou call'st evil , but we style The strife of glory ; which we ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Seite 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Seite 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Seite 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Seite 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Seite 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Seite 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Seite 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...