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Side ix
... lost in Comus , for Comus is all one beauty . It is not even the design - the pure lesson of virtue - which chains us to the muse . It is the unexampled outpouring of an Essence , without alloy or dilution , that absolutely fills us ...
... lost in Comus , for Comus is all one beauty . It is not even the design - the pure lesson of virtue - which chains us to the muse . It is the unexampled outpouring of an Essence , without alloy or dilution , that absolutely fills us ...
Side 29
... lost the beauty of their fresh collours . For shronke with hete the ladies eke to brent , That they ne wist where they them might bestow , The knightis swelt , for lack of shade nie shent , And aftir that within a litil throw The wind ...
... lost the beauty of their fresh collours . For shronke with hete the ladies eke to brent , That they ne wist where they them might bestow , The knightis swelt , for lack of shade nie shent , And aftir that within a litil throw The wind ...
Side 36
... lost , so simple of nature They be that they no grevaunce may endure : And every storme woll blowe them sone away , Ne they lastè not but for a seson , That is the cause [ the very trouth to say ] That they may not by no way of reson Be ...
... lost , so simple of nature They be that they no grevaunce may endure : And every storme woll blowe them sone away , Ne they lastè not but for a seson , That is the cause [ the very trouth to say ] That they may not by no way of reson Be ...
Side 38
... lost but upon God alone . With notis glad , and glorious harmony , This joyful Merle , so salust she the day , While rung the woodis of her melody , Saying , Awake , ye lovers of this May ; Lo , fresh Flora has flourished every spray ...
... lost but upon God alone . With notis glad , and glorious harmony , This joyful Merle , so salust she the day , While rung the woodis of her melody , Saying , Awake , ye lovers of this May ; Lo , fresh Flora has flourished every spray ...
Side 39
... lost but upon him alone . The Merle said , Why put God so great beauty In ladies , with sic womanly having , But gif he would that they suld lovit be ? To love eke nature gave them incliníng , And He of nature that worker was and king ...
... lost but upon him alone . The Merle said , Why put God so great beauty In ladies , with sic womanly having , But gif he would that they suld lovit be ? To love eke nature gave them incliníng , And He of nature that worker was and king ...
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Side 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Side 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Side 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Side 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Side 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
Side 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Side 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.