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... Emily from you ; Or had you liv'd to judge the doubtful right , Your noble Palamon had been the knight ; And conquering Theseus from his side had sent Your generous lord , to guide the Theban govern- ment . 35 40 Time shall accomplish ...
... Emily from you ; Or had you liv'd to judge the doubtful right , Your noble Palamon had been the knight ; And conquering Theseus from his side had sent Your generous lord , to guide the Theban govern- ment . 35 40 Time shall accomplish ...
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... Emily ere day Arose , and dress'd herself in rich array ; Fresh as the month , and as the morning fair : Adown her shoulders fell her length of hair : A riband did the braided tresses bind , 180 The rest was loose , and wanton'd in the ...
... Emily ere day Arose , and dress'd herself in rich array ; Fresh as the month , and as the morning fair : Adown her shoulders fell her length of hair : A riband did the braided tresses bind , 180 The rest was loose , and wanton'd in the ...
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... Emily . Scarce had he seen , but seiz'd with sudden smart , Stung to the quick , he felt it at his heart ; Struck blind with overpowering light he stood , 235 Then started back amaz'd , and cried aloud . Young Arcite heard ; and up he ...
... Emily . Scarce had he seen , but seiz'd with sudden smart , Stung to the quick , he felt it at his heart ; Struck blind with overpowering light he stood , 235 Then started back amaz'd , and cried aloud . Young Arcite heard ; and up he ...
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... Emily had fix'd his look ; The fatal dart a ready passage found , And deep within his heart infix'd the wound : So that if Palamon were wounded sore , Arcite was hurt as much as he , or more : 275 Then from his inmost soul he sigh'd ...
... Emily had fix'd his look ; The fatal dart a ready passage found , And deep within his heart infix'd the wound : So that if Palamon were wounded sore , Arcite was hurt as much as he , or more : 275 Then from his inmost soul he sigh'd ...
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... than I felt in bonds before ; Forc'd from her presence , and condemn'd to live ; Unwelcome freedom , and unthank'd reprieve : Heaven is not but where Emily abides , 380 385 And where she ' s absent , all is hell PALAMON AND ARCITE . 231.
... than I felt in bonds before ; Forc'd from her presence , and condemn'd to live ; Unwelcome freedom , and unthank'd reprieve : Heaven is not but where Emily abides , 380 385 And where she ' s absent , all is hell PALAMON AND ARCITE . 231.
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Page 16 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Page 18 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes...
Page 17 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing.
Page 18 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 19 - Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 14 - And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above — Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god ; Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Page 176 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have...
Page 13 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 19 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before.