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... gods . . . . .. Yea , for the bard is sacred to the gods : he is their priest . Mysteriously from his lips and breast he breathes Jove . " There is in this perhaps an element of convention and of boyish bombast , but it is nevertheless ...
... gods . . . . .. Yea , for the bard is sacred to the gods : he is their priest . Mysteriously from his lips and breast he breathes Jove . " There is in this perhaps an element of convention and of boyish bombast , but it is nevertheless ...
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... God's name , of immortality ! I am pluming my wings for a flight . " Though held under by an immense sustained ... God who had dealt so darkly with his chosen people . Already , though " long choosing and beginning late , " he had carved ...
... God's name , of immortality ! I am pluming my wings for a flight . " Though held under by an immense sustained ... God who had dealt so darkly with his chosen people . Already , though " long choosing and beginning late , " he had carved ...
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... gods of Nile as fast , 211 Isis , and Orus , and the dog Anubis , haste . XXIV Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud ; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Nought but ...
... gods of Nile as fast , 211 Isis , and Orus , and the dog Anubis , haste . XXIV Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud ; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Nought but ...
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... gods and men is wound . Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie , To lull the daughters of Necessity , 70 And keep unsteady Nature to her law , And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune , which none can hear Of ...
... gods and men is wound . Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie , To lull the daughters of Necessity , 70 And keep unsteady Nature to her law , And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune , which none can hear Of ...
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... gods on sainted seats . Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the Palace of Eternity . To such my errand is ; and , but for such , I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds ...
... gods on sainted seats . Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the Palace of Eternity . To such my errand is ; and , but for such , I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds ...
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Page 128 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud, instead, and ever-during dark, Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 62 - Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high 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.
Page 27 - 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 sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 61 - 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. "But not the praise...
Page 60 - Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 110 - Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 35 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Page 78 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
Page 62 - 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.
Page 27 - 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.