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Page 94
... Beneath the circles , all the quire was grac'd With chaplets green on their fair foreheads plac'd . Of laurel some , of woodbine many more ; And wreaths of agnus castus others bore . These last , who with those virgin - crowns were ...
... Beneath the circles , all the quire was grac'd With chaplets green on their fair foreheads plac'd . Of laurel some , of woodbine many more ; And wreaths of agnus castus others bore . These last , who with those virgin - crowns were ...
Page 97
... beneath the shade from far Might hear the rattling hail , and wintry war ; From Heaven's inclemency here found retreat , Enjoy'd the cool , and shun'd the scorching heat : A hundred knights might there at ease abide ; And every knight a ...
... beneath the shade from far Might hear the rattling hail , and wintry war ; From Heaven's inclemency here found retreat , Enjoy'd the cool , and shun'd the scorching heat : A hundred knights might there at ease abide ; And every knight a ...
Page 98
... beneath the touching hand . A tuft of daisies on a flowery lay They saw , and thitherward they bent their way : To this both knights and dames their homage made , And due obeisance to the daisy paid . And then the band of flutes began ...
... beneath the touching hand . A tuft of daisies on a flowery lay They saw , and thitherward they bent their way : To this both knights and dames their homage made , And due obeisance to the daisy paid . And then the band of flutes began ...
Page 123
... rings they skim the heath , The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death ; Oft , as the mounting larks their notes prepare , They fall , and leave their little lives in air . In genial spring , beneath the quivering shade , Where POPE .
... rings they skim the heath , The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death ; Oft , as the mounting larks their notes prepare , They fall , and leave their little lives in air . In genial spring , beneath the quivering shade , Where POPE .
Page 124
... beneath the flying steed . Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain , The immortal huntress , and her virgin train : Nor envy , Windsor ! since thy shades have seen As bright a goddess , and as chaste a queen : Whose care , like hers ...
... beneath the flying steed . Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain , The immortal huntress , and her virgin train : Nor envy , Windsor ! since thy shades have seen As bright a goddess , and as chaste a queen : Whose care , like hers ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...