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... hear : It sounds like the last trumpet ; for it can Raise up the buried man . Unpast Alps stop me ; but I'll cut them all , And march , the Muses ' Hannibal . Hence , all the flattering vanities that lay Nets of roses in the way ! Hence ...
... hear : It sounds like the last trumpet ; for it can Raise up the buried man . Unpast Alps stop me ; but I'll cut them all , And march , the Muses ' Hannibal . Hence , all the flattering vanities that lay Nets of roses in the way ! Hence ...
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... hear him , ( The god of love was always near him , ) Pleas'd and tickled with the sound , Sneez'd aloud ; and all around The little Loves , that waited by , Bow'd , and blest the augury . Acme , inflam'd with what he said , Rear'd her ...
... hear him , ( The god of love was always near him , ) Pleas'd and tickled with the sound , Sneez'd aloud ; and all around The little Loves , that waited by , Bow'd , and blest the augury . Acme , inflam'd with what he said , Rear'd her ...
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... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The brood of ...
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The brood of ...
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... hear our song . But , O the heavy change , now thou art gone , Now thou art gone , and never must return ! Thee , shepherd , thee the woods , and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn ...
... hear our song . But , O the heavy change , now thou art gone , Now thou art gone , and never must return ! Thee , shepherd , thee the woods , and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn ...
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... hear The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes , Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops , Or whistle from the lodge , or village cock Count the night watches to his feathery dames , " Twould be some solace yet , some little ...
... hear The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes , Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops , Or whistle from the lodge , or village cock Count the night watches to his feathery dames , " Twould be some solace yet , some little ...
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Page 140 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small...
Page 12 - 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 12 - Gently o'er the accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 11 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 356 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way ; Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud topp'd hill, an humbler heaven...
Page 232 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 358 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Page 13 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth show, And every herb that sips the dew : Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 11 - 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 : — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe ; 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...
Page 23 - Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning...