Complete Poetical WorksH. Frowde, 1908 - 554 páginas |
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... Wind that breathes the Spring , Zephir with Aurora playing , As he met her once a Maying , There on Beds of Violets blew , And fresh - blown Roses washt in dew , Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair , So bucksom , blith , and debonair ...
... Wind that breathes the Spring , Zephir with Aurora playing , As he met her once a Maying , There on Beds of Violets blew , And fresh - blown Roses washt in dew , Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair , So bucksom , blith , and debonair ...
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... Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me Goddes bring To ...
... Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me Goddes bring To ...
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... winds , and blasting vapours chill . And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew , Or what the cross dire - looking Planet smites , Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites . When Eev'ning ...
... winds , and blasting vapours chill . And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew , Or what the cross dire - looking Planet smites , Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites . When Eev'ning ...
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... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath the seat ... winds her sultry horn , 10 20 Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at ...
... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath the seat ... winds her sultry horn , 10 20 Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at ...
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... winds , What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory , They knew not of his story , And sage Hippotades their answer brings , That not a blast was ...
... winds , What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory , They knew not of his story , And sage Hippotades their answer brings , That not a blast was ...
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Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Atque Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Clouds dark Death deep delight didst Divine doth dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fræna Fruit Gates giv'n glory Gods grace H. C. BEECHING Hæc hand happie hast hath heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Morn night numina o're Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ quid rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque ulmo vertue voice wandring Warr winds wings World
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Página 262 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Página 229 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Página 40 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Página 21 - 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 42 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 548 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 41 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Página 276 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, 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.
Página 23 - 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.
Página 5 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.