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... whose God is strongest , thine or mine . 1155 . HAR . Prefume not on thy God , whate'er he be , Thee he regards not , owns not , hath cut off Quite from his people , and deliver'd up Into thy enemies ' hand , permitted them To put out ...
... whose God is strongest , thine or mine . 1155 . HAR . Prefume not on thy God , whate'er he be , Thee he regards not , owns not , hath cut off Quite from his people , and deliver'd up Into thy enemies ' hand , permitted them To put out ...
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... Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyfelf with what thy womb devours , Which is no more than what is falfe and vain , 5 And merely mortal drofs ; So little is our lofs , So little is thy gain . For whe : as each ...
... Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyfelf with what thy womb devours , Which is no more than what is falfe and vain , 5 And merely mortal drofs ; So little is our lofs , So little is thy gain . For whe : as each ...
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... Whose power hath a true confent With planet , or with element . Sometime let gorgeous tragedy In fcepter'd pall come fweeping by , Prefenting Thebes ' , or Pelops ' line , Or the tale of Troy divine , Or what ( though rare ) of later ...
... Whose power hath a true confent With planet , or with element . Sometime let gorgeous tragedy In fcepter'd pall come fweeping by , Prefenting Thebes ' , or Pelops ' line , Or the tale of Troy divine , Or what ( though rare ) of later ...
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... Whose luftre leads us , and for her most fit , If my inferior hand or voice could hit Inimitable founds ; yet , as we go , Whate'er the skill of leffer Gods can flow , I will assay , her worth to celebrate , And fo attend ye toward her ...
... Whose luftre leads us , and for her most fit , If my inferior hand or voice could hit Inimitable founds ; yet , as we go , Whate'er the skill of leffer Gods can flow , I will assay , her worth to celebrate , And fo attend ye toward her ...
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... whose artful strains have oft de- lay'd The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And fweeten'd every muskrofe of the dale . How cam'ft thou here , good Swain ? hath any ram Slipt from the fold , or young kid lost his dam , Or ...
... whose artful strains have oft de- lay'd The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And fweeten'd every muskrofe of the dale . How cam'ft thou here , good Swain ? hath any ram Slipt from the fold , or young kid lost his dam , Or ...
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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;
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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