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Page xvi
... of Forrest-hill, near Shotover, in Oxfordshire, some few of her nearest relations
accompanying the bride to her new habitation, which by reason the father nor
any body else were yet come, was able to receive them, where the feasting held
for ...
... of Forrest-hill, near Shotover, in Oxfordshire, some few of her nearest relations
accompanying the bride to her new habitation, which by reason the father nor
any body else were yet come, was able to receive them, where the feasting held
for ...
Page xvii
Michaelmas being come, and no news of his wife's return, he sent for her by letter
, and receiving no answer, sent several other letters, which were also
unanswered; so that at last he dispatched down a foot messenger with a letter,
desiring her ...
Michaelmas being come, and no news of his wife's return, he sent for her by letter
, and receiving no answer, sent several other letters, which were also
unanswered; so that at last he dispatched down a foot messenger with a letter,
desiring her ...
Page xx
... and pathetical composure; wherefore to obviate the impression it was like to
make among the many, he was obliged to write an answer, which he entitled
Euxovox.o.orms, or Ima e-breaker; and upon the heels of that, out comes in
public the ...
... and pathetical composure; wherefore to obviate the impression it was like to
make among the many, he was obliged to write an answer, which he entitled
Euxovox.o.orms, or Ima e-breaker; and upon the heels of that, out comes in
public the ...
Page 2
... And rest can never dwell; hope never comes That comes to all: but torture
without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur
unconsum'd : Such place eternal Justice had prepar'd 70 For those rebellious;
here their ...
... And rest can never dwell; hope never comes That comes to all: but torture
without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur
unconsum'd : Such place eternal Justice had prepar'd 70 For those rebellious;
here their ...
Page 28
Far less abhorr'd than these Wex'd Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts 660
Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore: Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when,
call'd In secret, riding through the air she comes, Lur'd with the smell of infant
blood, ...
Far less abhorr'd than these Wex'd Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts 660
Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore: Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when,
call'd In secret, riding through the air she comes, Lur'd with the smell of infant
blood, ...
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Page 278 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 314 - 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 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Page 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Page 285 - 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...
Page 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Page 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 281 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.