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... grace ; Might deck the scenes , where love and pleasure reign , And fire with amorous flames the youthful train . ' While thus she spoke , a sudden blaze of light Shot through the clouds , and struck her dazzled sight . She rais'd her ...
... grace ; Might deck the scenes , where love and pleasure reign , And fire with amorous flames the youthful train . ' While thus she spoke , a sudden blaze of light Shot through the clouds , and struck her dazzled sight . She rais'd her ...
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... grace , the goddess he addrest , And , thoughtless , thus prefer'd his fond request . ' Queen of the world ! whose wide - extended sway , Gay youth , firm manhood , and cold age , obey , Grant me , while life's fresh blooming roses ...
... grace , the goddess he addrest , And , thoughtless , thus prefer'd his fond request . ' Queen of the world ! whose wide - extended sway , Gay youth , firm manhood , and cold age , obey , Grant me , while life's fresh blooming roses ...
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... grace ; Still full of fire appear'd his vivid eye , Darted quick beams , and seem'd to pierce the sky : At length , with gentle voice and look serene , He wav'd his hand , and thus address'd the queen . Twice forty winters tip my beard ...
... grace ; Still full of fire appear'd his vivid eye , Darted quick beams , and seem'd to pierce the sky : At length , with gentle voice and look serene , He wav'd his hand , and thus address'd the queen . Twice forty winters tip my beard ...
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... grace , Are you of earthly or celestial race ? To me the world's bright treasures were unknown , Where late I wander'd , pensive and alone ; The pleasures of the senses , And , slowly winding on my native shore , Saw 32 [ SIR W. JONES ...
... grace , Are you of earthly or celestial race ? To me the world's bright treasures were unknown , Where late I wander'd , pensive and alone ; The pleasures of the senses , And , slowly winding on my native shore , Saw 32 [ SIR W. JONES ...
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... grace ? ' ' O'tis a cave ; a dark and joyless place , A scene of nameless deeds , and magic spells , Where day ne'er shines , and pleasure never dwells : Think not of that . But come , my royal friend , And see what joys thy favour'd ...
... grace ? ' ' O'tis a cave ; a dark and joyless place , A scene of nameless deeds , and magic spells , Where day ne'er shines , and pleasure never dwells : Think not of that . But come , my royal friend , And see what joys thy favour'd ...
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Page 81 - And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard ; but carelesse Quiet lyes Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 79 - With faire discourse the evening so they pas: For that olde man of pleasing wordes had store, And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas, He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore He strowd an Ave-Mary after and before.
Page 94 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Page 80 - Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yvory, The other all with silver overcast; And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Watching to banish Care their enimy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.
Page 58 - The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene : Creation smiles around ; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay; Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime, and orange, there were seen On fragrant branches of perpetual green ; The crystal streams that velvet meadows lave, To the green ocean roll with chiding wave. The glassy ocean, hush'd, forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs...
Page 243 - Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Page 90 - Looke ! how the crowne, which Ariadne wore Upon her yvory forehead that same day That Theseus her unto his bridale bore, When the bold Centaures made that bloudy fray With the fierce Lapithes which did them dismay; Being now placed in the firmament, Through the bright heaven doth her beams display, And is unto the starres an ornament, Which round about her move in order excellent.
Page 71 - The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For...
Page 77 - I chiefly doe inquere ; And shall thee well rewarde to shew the place, In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare : For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace, That such a cursed creature lives so long a space.
Page 76 - And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred, .Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling Pine...