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... thine ; Here humbly at the porch she stays , And with glad ears sucks in thy sacred lays . Both of these poets are artists , the eye faithfully on the subject , with a sense of design before them and a genuine 1 On his Translation of ...
... thine ; Here humbly at the porch she stays , And with glad ears sucks in thy sacred lays . Both of these poets are artists , the eye faithfully on the subject , with a sense of design before them and a genuine 1 On his Translation of ...
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... thine altars empty . 1Ο THOMAS DEKKER , London's Tempe , 1629 . 15 20 SONG OF THE CYCLOPS . BRAVE iron , brave hammer , from your sound The art of music has her ground ; On the anvil thou keep'st time , Thy knick - a - knock is a ...
... thine altars empty . 1Ο THOMAS DEKKER , London's Tempe , 1629 . 15 20 SONG OF THE CYCLOPS . BRAVE iron , brave hammer , from your sound The art of music has her ground ; On the anvil thou keep'st time , Thy knick - a - knock is a ...
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... thine . If the flames of love were pure Which by oath thou didst assure Heretofore , Gold that goes into the clear Shines the more 20 25 When it leaves again the fire : 30 Let not then those looks of thine Blemish what they should ...
... thine . If the flames of love were pure Which by oath thou didst assure Heretofore , Gold that goes into the clear Shines the more 20 25 When it leaves again the fire : 30 Let not then those looks of thine Blemish what they should ...
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... Thine eyes like twin stars shining : But ere another day be sprung , All these will be declining ; Then winter comes with all his fears , And all thy sweets shall borrow ; Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears , And I too late shall ...
... Thine eyes like twin stars shining : But ere another day be sprung , All these will be declining ; Then winter comes with all his fears , And all thy sweets shall borrow ; Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears , And I too late shall ...
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... then would brighter shine , When thy example should prevail And every woman's faith be thine : And were there none , ' Tis majesty to rule alone . 5 IO 15 20 GEORGE HERBERT , The Temple , 1633 ; written between WILLIAM HABINGTON . 31.
... then would brighter shine , When thy example should prevail And every woman's faith be thine : And were there none , ' Tis majesty to rule alone . 5 IO 15 20 GEORGE HERBERT , The Temple , 1633 ; written between WILLIAM HABINGTON . 31.
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Page 252 - It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Page 250 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, — O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Page 132 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 266 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Page 271 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 240 - There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream : Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her straight...
Page 157 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Page 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.