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Lap me in soft Lydian Aires , Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes , with many a winding bout Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy cunning , The melting voice through mazes ...
Lap me in soft Lydian Aires , Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes , with many a winding bout Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy cunning , The melting voice through mazes ...
Page 312
... inspired to wake The life - refining soul of decent wit ; Nor stopped at barren bare necessity ; But , still advancing bolder , led him on To pomp , to pleasure , elegance , and grace ; And , breathing high ambition through his soul ...
... inspired to wake The life - refining soul of decent wit ; Nor stopped at barren bare necessity ; But , still advancing bolder , led him on To pomp , to pleasure , elegance , and grace ; And , breathing high ambition through his soul ...
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And every motion , odour , beam , and tone , With that deep music is in unison : Which is a soul within the soul – they seem Like echoes of an antenatal dream . - It is an isle ' twixt Heaven , Air , Earth , and Sca , Cradled , and hung ...
And every motion , odour , beam , and tone , With that deep music is in unison : Which is a soul within the soul – they seem Like echoes of an antenatal dream . - It is an isle ' twixt Heaven , Air , Earth , and Sca , Cradled , and hung ...
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Contents
THE ELIZABETHAN PASTORAL II | 11 |
Egloga Tertia | 23 |
Four poems from the Arcadia | 37 |
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