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... virgin veil , Soft , modeft , meek , demure , 1035 end , 1010 That Once join'd , the contrary the proves , a thorn Inteftin , far within defenfive arms A cleaving mitchief , in his way to virtue Adverfe and turbulent , or by her charms ...
... virgin veil , Soft , modeft , meek , demure , 1035 end , 1010 That Once join'd , the contrary the proves , a thorn Inteftin , far within defenfive arms A cleaving mitchief , in his way to virtue Adverfe and turbulent , or by her charms ...
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... virgins alfo fhall on feastful days Vifit his tomb with flowers , only bewailing His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice , From whence captivity and lofs of eyes . 1740 CHO . All is beft , though we oft doubt , 1745 What th ' unfearchable ...
... virgins alfo fhall on feastful days Vifit his tomb with flowers , only bewailing His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice , From whence captivity and lofs of eyes . 1740 CHO . All is beft , though we oft doubt , 1745 What th ' unfearchable ...
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... virgin foul from her fair biding - place . IV . Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ; For fo Apollo , with unwecting hand , Whilome did flay his dearly - loved mate , Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas ' strand , Young Hyacinth the ...
... virgin foul from her fair biding - place . IV . Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ; For fo Apollo , with unwecting hand , Whilome did flay his dearly - loved mate , Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas ' strand , Young Hyacinth the ...
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... Virgin Mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For fo the holy fages once did fing , That he our deadly forfeit fhould release , And with his Father work us a perpetual peace . II . That glorious form , that light ...
... Virgin Mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For fo the holy fages once did fing , That he our deadly forfeit fhould release , And with his Father work us a perpetual peace . II . That glorious form , that light ...
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... ghoft flips to his feveral grave , And the yellow - skirted Fayes 230 235 Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - lov'd maze . XXVII . But XXVII . But fee the Virgin bleft Hath laid her 88 MILTON'S POEMS .
... ghoft flips to his feveral grave , And the yellow - skirted Fayes 230 235 Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - lov'd maze . XXVII . But XXVII . But fee the Virgin bleft Hath laid her 88 MILTON'S POEMS .
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Page 97 - And frefh-blown rofes wafh'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Hafte thee, Nymph, and bring with thee 25 Jeft and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple fleek;
Page 153 - corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon
Page 155 - hair ? Fame is the fpur that the clear fpi'rit doth raife 70 (That laft infirmity of noble mind) To fcorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burft out into fudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th
Page 154 - lov'd to hear our fong. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never muft return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and defert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copfes green, Shall now no more be feen,
Page 101 - With ftore of ladies, whofe bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear 125 In faffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feaft, and revelry, With
Page 100 - Or if the earlier feafon lead To the tann'd haycock in the mead. 90 Sometimes with fecure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocond rebecs found To many a youth, and many a maid, 95 Dancing in the chequer'd fhade; And young and old come forth to play On a
Page 154 - 25 Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her fultry horn, Battening our flocks with the frefh dews of night Oft till the ftar that rofe, at evening, bright, 30 Tow'ard Heav'n's defcent had flop'd his
Page 177 - or moon, or ftar, throughout the year, 5 Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not .Againft Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but ftill bear up and fteer Right onward. What fupports me, doft thou afk ? The
Page 101 - Lap me in foft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verfe, Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked fweetnefs long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwifting all the chains that ty The hidden foul of harmony ; That Orpheus
Page 104 - In her fweeteft, faddeft plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon .yoke, Gently o'er th' accuftom'd oak; 60 Sweet bird that fhunn'ft the noife of folly, Moft mufical, moft melancholy ! Thee, chauntrefs, oft, the woods among, I woo to hear thy