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... glory , by the honour and instruction of my country . For which cause , and not only for that I knew it would be hard to arrive at the second rank among the Latins , I applied myself to that resolution , which Ariosto followed against ...
... glory , by the honour and instruction of my country . For which cause , and not only for that I knew it would be hard to arrive at the second rank among the Latins , I applied myself to that resolution , which Ariosto followed against ...
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... glory of Protestant England that men were thinking anew upon the great issues of religion . He appeals to Parliament to continue to champion that " liberty which is the nurse of all great wits " in full reliance upon the genius of the ...
... glory of Protestant England that men were thinking anew upon the great issues of religion . He appeals to Parliament to continue to champion that " liberty which is the nurse of all great wits " in full reliance upon the genius of the ...
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... glory by the loss of life ; but that I might procure great good by little suffering ; that though I am blind , I might still discharge the most honourable duties , the performance of which , as it is something more durable than glory ...
... glory by the loss of life ; but that I might procure great good by little suffering ; that though I am blind , I might still discharge the most honourable duties , the performance of which , as it is something more durable than glory ...
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... glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last , Gathered like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change 580 590 Self - fed and self - consumed . If this 82 ...
... glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last , Gathered like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change 580 590 Self - fed and self - consumed . If this 82 ...
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... 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 , LYCIDAS 101.
... 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 , LYCIDAS 101.
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Page 99 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 97 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 102 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Page 56 - Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Page 84 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 100 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 56 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 132 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Page 76 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Page 55 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...