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... less can that have any place At which a virgin hides her face . ' Such dross the fire must purge away : ' tis just The author blush there , where the reader must . Tis not such lines as almost crack the stage When Bajazet begins to rage ...
... less can that have any place At which a virgin hides her face . ' Such dross the fire must purge away : ' tis just The author blush there , where the reader must . Tis not such lines as almost crack the stage When Bajazet begins to rage ...
Page 69
... less ; But , if a Muse hereafter smile on me , And say , " Be thou a poet ! " men - shall see That none could a more grateful scholar have ; For what I ow'd his life I'll pay his grave . ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND . WELCOME ...
... less ; But , if a Muse hereafter smile on me , And say , " Be thou a poet ! " men - shall see That none could a more grateful scholar have ; For what I ow'd his life I'll pay his grave . ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND . WELCOME ...
Page 70
... less apparent when too nigh , Like objects if they touch the eye . Less meritorious then is love ; For when we friends together see So much , so much both one do prove , That their love then seems but self - love to be . Each day think ...
... less apparent when too nigh , Like objects if they touch the eye . Less meritorious then is love ; For when we friends together see So much , so much both one do prove , That their love then seems but self - love to be . Each day think ...
Page 71
... less worthy stones are drown'd in night , The faithful diamond keeps his native light , And is oblig'd to darkness for a ray , That would be more oppress'd than help'd by day . Your soul then most show'd her unconquer'd pow- er , Was ...
... less worthy stones are drown'd in night , The faithful diamond keeps his native light , And is oblig'd to darkness for a ray , That would be more oppress'd than help'd by day . Your soul then most show'd her unconquer'd pow- er , Was ...
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... less hard be To rhyme with , than 4 Mount Orgueil is to me ; Mount Orgueil ! which , in scorn o ' th ' Muses law , With no yoke - fellow word will deign to draw . Stubborn Mount Orgueil ! ' tis a work to make it Come into rhyme , more ...
... less hard be To rhyme with , than 4 Mount Orgueil is to me ; Mount Orgueil ! which , in scorn o ' th ' Muses law , With no yoke - fellow word will deign to draw . Stubborn Mount Orgueil ! ' tis a work to make it Come into rhyme , more ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...