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Abbott adjective adverb allusion Belphoebe Ben Jonson Bridgewater bright called charm chastity Chaucer Circe clause cognate common comp Compare Comus Corineus Cupid dance darkness dative daughter denote divine earth Elder Brother Elizabethan English enchanted epithet Erycius Puteanus evil eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair flowers frequently goddess gods Greek H. B. Cotterill hath Heaven hence Hymn Nat implies Isles Jonson's L'Alleg L'Allegro Lady Latin Locrine Lord Lord Brackley Lost Ludlow Castle Lycidas Macbeth magic mask masque Masson meaning Michael Macmillan Milton Moly mortal Nereus night nightingale noun nymph Odyssey Ovid participle phrase poem poet prefix preposition pronoun radically refers Sabrina Second Brother sense sewed Shakespeare shepherd Skeat song soul spells Spenser spheres Spirit stars sweet syllable Tennyson's thee thou Ulysses verb viii virgin Virtue W. T. Webb Warton wings word youth
第64页 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
第16页 - I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
第8页 - Imperial rule of all the sea-girt isles, That, like to rich and various gems, inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep...
第36页 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
第13页 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
第62页 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.
第37页 - But now my task is smoothly done ; I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
第29页 - Unsavoury in the enjoyment of itself. If you let slip time, like a neglected rose It withers on the stalk with languished head. Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at the workmanship. It is for homely features to keep home ; They had their name thence...
第109页 - I led her blushing like the Morn ; all Heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence ; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star On his hill top to light the bridal lamp.