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... fear would quake , And oft would fly away . O who can tell The hidden power of herbs , and might of magic spell ! But now seem'd best the person to put on Of that good Knight , his late beguiléd guest : - In mighty arms he was yclad ...
... fear would quake , And oft would fly away . O who can tell The hidden power of herbs , and might of magic spell ! But now seem'd best the person to put on Of that good Knight , his late beguiléd guest : - In mighty arms he was yclad ...
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... fear her found . Her , seeming dead he found with feignéd fear , As all unweeting of that well she knew ; And pain'd himself with busy care to rear Her out of careless swoon . Her eyelids blue , And dimméd sight with pale and deadly hue ...
... fear her found . Her , seeming dead he found with feignéd fear , As all unweeting of that well she knew ; And pain'd himself with busy care to rear Her out of careless swoon . Her eyelids blue , And dimméd sight with pale and deadly hue ...
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... fear her pitcher down she threw , And fled away : for never in that land Face of fair lady she before did view , And that dread lion's look her cast in deadly hue . Full fast she fled , ne ever look'd behind , As if her life upon the ...
... fear her pitcher down she threw , And fled away : for never in that land Face of fair lady she before did view , And that dread lion's look her cast in deadly hue . Full fast she fled , ne ever look'd behind , As if her life upon the ...
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... fear , To taste th ' untriéd dint of deadly steel : But yet his Lady did so well him cheer , That hope of new good hap he gan to feel ; So bent his spear , and spurr'd his horse with iron heel . But that proud Paynim forward came so ...
... fear , To taste th ' untriéd dint of deadly steel : But yet his Lady did so well him cheer , That hope of new good hap he gan to feel ; So bent his spear , and spurr'd his horse with iron heel . But that proud Paynim forward came so ...
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... fear did never ' vantage none ; And helpless hap it booteth not to moan . Dead is Sansfoy , his vital pains are past , Though grievéd ghost for vengeance deep do groan : He lives , that shall him pay his duties last , And guilty Elfin ...
... fear did never ' vantage none ; And helpless hap it booteth not to moan . Dead is Sansfoy , his vital pains are past , Though grievéd ghost for vengeance deep do groan : He lives , that shall him pay his duties last , And guilty Elfin ...
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Page 66 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 102 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 112 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Page 201 - 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 110 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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...
Page 112 - To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 72 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 150 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 112 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Page 292 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale...