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... eyes oft we by gleames of love , Have myft the ball , and gote fighte of our dame , 15 To bayte her eyes , whyche kept the leads above ; The gravel ground , wythe fleves tyde on the helme On fomyng horse , with swordes and friendly ...
... eyes oft we by gleames of love , Have myft the ball , and gote fighte of our dame , 15 To bayte her eyes , whyche kept the leads above ; The gravel ground , wythe fleves tyde on the helme On fomyng horse , with swordes and friendly ...
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... eyes the drizling teares descend , 41 As on your boughs the yficles depend . Thou feeble flocke , whofe fleece is rough and rent , Whofe knees are weake , through faft , and euill fare , Maift witneffe well by thy ill gouernment , 45 ...
... eyes the drizling teares descend , 41 As on your boughs the yficles depend . Thou feeble flocke , whofe fleece is rough and rent , Whofe knees are weake , through faft , and euill fare , Maift witneffe well by thy ill gouernment , 45 ...
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... eyes Of a poor wretch with miseries oppreft , 25 For whose complaints tears never could suffice , Have not the power your deities to move , Who fhall e'er look for fuccour from above ? 30 O night , how still obfequious have I been , To ...
... eyes Of a poor wretch with miseries oppreft , 25 For whose complaints tears never could suffice , Have not the power your deities to move , Who fhall e'er look for fuccour from above ? 30 O night , how still obfequious have I been , To ...
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... eyes do close ; The time is come thou must thy master leave , 95 Whom the vile world shall never more deceive . With folded arms thus hanging down his head , He gave a groan , his heart in funder cleft , And , as a ftone , already ...
... eyes do close ; The time is come thou must thy master leave , 95 Whom the vile world shall never more deceive . With folded arms thus hanging down his head , He gave a groan , his heart in funder cleft , And , as a ftone , already ...
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... eyes , ' Were ' an all - eating shame , and thriftlesse praise . How much more praise deseru'd thy beauties vse , If thou couldst answere , this faire child of mine Shall fum my count , and make my old excuse ! Proouing his beautie by ...
... eyes , ' Were ' an all - eating shame , and thriftlesse praise . How much more praise deseru'd thy beauties vse , If thou couldst answere , this faire child of mine Shall fum my count , and make my old excuse ! Proouing his beautie by ...
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againſt beauteous beauty bleft Born breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe dame defire deſpair diſtant dyed e'er eaſe Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feem fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flain flame fleep flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill ftream fuch fudden fung fwain groves heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent purſue reft reſt rifing riſe roſes ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkill ſky ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh woods youth
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Página 41 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Página 45 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Página 33 - 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.
Página 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Página 35 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Página 48 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Página 51 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 40 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Página 33 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Página 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.