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Page 5
... never so flowery a wedding as the wedding of Tame and Isis ; there was never a wedding in poetry so richly perfumed with nose- gays of blossom and garlands of sweet herbs woven by nymphs and naiads . Primrose , azured hare - bell ...
... never so flowery a wedding as the wedding of Tame and Isis ; there was never a wedding in poetry so richly perfumed with nose- gays of blossom and garlands of sweet herbs woven by nymphs and naiads . Primrose , azured hare - bell ...
Page 16
... never ran so clear as on that day , and after gracious reference to the " barges , ensigns , trumpets , fyfe , and drum " of the pageant , goes on to say- Methinks you make me young again to view Old customs kept , and ( in them ) all ...
... never ran so clear as on that day , and after gracious reference to the " barges , ensigns , trumpets , fyfe , and drum " of the pageant , goes on to say- Methinks you make me young again to view Old customs kept , and ( in them ) all ...
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... never exhibited owing to the death of Prince George of Denmark . I learn from Hone's Ancient Mysteries that Sir Gilbert Heathcote was the last Lord Mayor who rode on horseback in the civic processions.1 The author of London Pageants ...
... never exhibited owing to the death of Prince George of Denmark . I learn from Hone's Ancient Mysteries that Sir Gilbert Heathcote was the last Lord Mayor who rode on horseback in the civic processions.1 The author of London Pageants ...
Page 25
... never dry , The builder OAK , sole king of forests all , The ASPEN good for staves , the cYPRESS funeral ; The LAUREL , meed of mighty conquerors And poets ' sage ; the FIR that weepeth still ; The WILLOW worn of forlorn paramours , The ...
... never dry , The builder OAK , sole king of forests all , The ASPEN good for staves , the cYPRESS funeral ; The LAUREL , meed of mighty conquerors And poets ' sage ; the FIR that weepeth still ; The WILLOW worn of forlorn paramours , The ...
Page 33
... never his lot . Yet there is melancholy and the nostalgia , noted by more than one critic , underlying the Fairy pageantry of his poetry . And truly , as Mr. Hazlitt points out , the writings of his maturer years contain many allusions ...
... never his lot . Yet there is melancholy and the nostalgia , noted by more than one critic , underlying the Fairy pageantry of his poetry . And truly , as Mr. Hazlitt points out , the writings of his maturer years contain many allusions ...
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Page 146 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 209 - At once on the eastern cliff of Paradise He lights; and to his proper shape returns A seraph wing'd : six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine ; the pair that clad Each shoulder, broad, came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament ; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold, And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia's son he stood, And shook...
Page 12 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 31 - Joying to hear the birds' sweet harmony, Which therein shrouded from the tempest dread, Seem'd in their song to scorn the cruel sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing Pine, the Cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop Elm, the Poplar never dry, The builder Oak, sole king of forests all, The Aspen good for staves, the Cypress funeral...
Page 58 - Mars to th' harvest of death's field, and woo Men's hearts into their hands ; this lesson, too, She gives him back, her supple breast thrills out Sharp airs, and staggers in a warbling doubt Of dallying sweetness, hovers o'er her skill, And folds in...
Page 87 - VIII, c. 10 (Egyptians, 1530), as "outlandish people, calling themselves Egyptians, using no craft nor feat of merchandise, who have come into this realm and gone from shire to shire and place to place in great company, and used great, subtle and crafty means to deceive the people ; bearing them in hand, that they by...
Page 59 - In th' empyreeum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers' fairest revolution, In many a sweet rise, many as sweet a fall) A full-mouth'd diapason swallows all.
Page 194 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Page 208 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Page 196 - Happy is he could finish forth his fate In some unhaunted desert, most obscure From all society, from love and hate Of worldly folk ; then...