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... lyre : Lo how the Years to come , a numerous and well - fitted quire , All hand in hand do decently advance , And to my song with smooth and equal measure dance ; While the dance lasts , how long soe'er it be , My music's voice shall ...
... lyre : Lo how the Years to come , a numerous and well - fitted quire , All hand in hand do decently advance , And to my song with smooth and equal measure dance ; While the dance lasts , how long soe'er it be , My music's voice shall ...
Side 61
... lyre Teach the deaf stones to hear him and admire . Him the whole poets ' chorus compass'd round , All whom the oak , all whom the laurel crown'd . There banish'd Ovid had a lasting home , Better than thou could'st give , ungrateful ...
... lyre Teach the deaf stones to hear him and admire . Him the whole poets ' chorus compass'd round , All whom the oak , all whom the laurel crown'd . There banish'd Ovid had a lasting home , Better than thou could'st give , ungrateful ...
Side 65
... lyre , and gently on it strook , The learned stones came dancing all along , And kept time to the charming song . With artificial pace the warlike pine , The elm and his wife the ivy twine , With all the better trees , which erst had ...
... lyre , and gently on it strook , The learned stones came dancing all along , And kept time to the charming song . With artificial pace the warlike pine , The elm and his wife the ivy twine , With all the better trees , which erst had ...
Side 77
... lyre was drown'd In the Bistonian women's mixen sound , The wondering stones , that came before to hear , Forgot themselves , and turn'd his murderers there . The same loud storm blew the grave mitre down ; It blew down that , and with ...
... lyre was drown'd In the Bistonian women's mixen sound , The wondering stones , that came before to hear , Forgot themselves , and turn'd his murderers there . The same loud storm blew the grave mitre down ; It blew down that , and with ...
Side 83
... lyre Came gentle airs , such as inspire Melting love and soft desire . Farewell then , heroes ! farewell , kings ! And mighty numbers , mighty things ! Love tunes my heart just to my strings . II . DRINKING . THE thirsty cath soaks up ...
... lyre Came gentle airs , such as inspire Melting love and soft desire . Farewell then , heroes ! farewell , kings ! And mighty numbers , mighty things ! Love tunes my heart just to my strings . II . DRINKING . THE thirsty cath soaks up ...
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Adam Adam and Eve Androgeus angels appear arms beauty behold blest blood bold breast bright call'd Chromius clouds Comus Cowley death delight divine doth Du Bartas Earth eternal ev'n eyes fair fall fame fate fear fire flame friends give glory gods hand happy haste hath heart Heaven Hell honour hope Jabesh JOHN MILTON king labour learning less light live Lucifer lyre mighty Milton mind Moab Muse Nature never night noble numbers o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Pindar pleasure poem poets praise pride prince proud Pyrrhus rage rich Rome sacred Satan Saul Saul's Scene seem'd shine sight soul spirits stood sword tears thee thine things thought truth Twas Twill tyrant verse Virgil virtue Whilst whole wings wise wonder words wound youth
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Side 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Side 475 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Side 380 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Side 476 - With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure: — But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Side 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Side 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Side 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Side 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Side 476 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Side 473 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse...