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agni Amor ANTISTROPHE Arethuse atque Benlowes's Theophila blind bright Chor Circe clouds Comus Dagon dark death didst divine domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame feast Fletcher's flocks foes glory Goddess Gods hand hath head hear heav'n holy honour igne illa inchanter ipse Jove Lady light live Locrine Lord loud lubber fiend Lycidas MEss mihi Milton morn mortal Muse never Newton night numina nunc Nymphs o'er Olympo Ovid peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quae quam quid quoque SAMs Samson shades Shakesp Shepherd sing solemn song soul spirits strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee Theophila thine thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virgin virtue Warton Warton's note whist winds wings wood words youth
第 146 頁 - With store of ladies, whose 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 In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
第 169 頁 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling: She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
第 132 頁 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
第 147 頁 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
第 214 頁 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
第 139 頁 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
第 246 頁 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
第 215 頁 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.