Comus: A MaskG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 90 pages |
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... lost his upright shape , And downward fell into a grovelling swine ? ) : This nymph , that gazed upon his clustering locks With ivy berries wreathed , and his blithe youth , Had by him , ere he parted thence , a son Much like his father ...
... lost his upright shape , And downward fell into a grovelling swine ? ) : This nymph , that gazed upon his clustering locks With ivy berries wreathed , and his blithe youth , Had by him , ere he parted thence , a son Much like his father ...
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A Mask John Milton. FRP LADY . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost. To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood . Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ;. 227 21.
A Mask John Milton. FRP LADY . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost. To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood . Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ;. 227 21.
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A Mask John Milton. LADY . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is addressed to unattending ears ; Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How to regain my severed company , Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo To ...
A Mask John Milton. LADY . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is addressed to unattending ears ; Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How to regain my severed company , Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo To ...
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... that hapless virgin , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now ? whither betake her From the chill dew , amongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now ; K. Wear Or ' gainst the rugged bark of some 30 COMUS .
... that hapless virgin , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now ? whither betake her From the chill dew , amongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now ; K. Wear Or ' gainst the rugged bark of some 30 COMUS .
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... , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now ? whither betake her From the chill dew , amongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now ; Wour Or ' gainst the rugged bark of some broad 30 COMUS .
... , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now ? whither betake her From the chill dew , amongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now ; Wour Or ' gainst the rugged bark of some broad 30 COMUS .
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aërial spirits live Anchises Ascanius Assyrian queen Bosky BREAD STREET HILL charming chastity Circe clouted shoon COMUS CORBOULD Corineus crown that Virtue daughter dear divine doth EARL OF BRIDGEWATER EGERTON Eheu quid volui ELDER BROTHER enchanter esteemed Estrildis eternal Faerie Queene fear foul frail and feverish gentle Gentlemen of Verona goddess golden key,2 grace Guendolen HARRISON WEIR Heaven Henry Lawes HONOURABLE LORD JCEN image is taken insphered Jove key,2 That opes knot-grass labour LADY LENOX LIBRARY Locrine LORD JCEN VISCOUNT loved LUDLOW CASTLE Milton mortal Newton noble nocturnal rites nymph poem prefixed Sir Henry presented in 1634 presented on Michaelmas PRINTED BY RICHARD ribs of Death rich and various RICHARD CLAY Sabrina Sadly sits SECOND BROTHER shades shepherd sits the Assyrian sky robes spun song soul Spenser stream Strive to keep swain sweet sweet lord swinkt 10 hedger taste thy banks Thyrsis virgin Virtue gives whilst wild wood
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Page 25 - Assyrian queen: But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced, Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced, After her wandering labours long, Till free consent the gods among Make her his eternal bride, And from her fair unspotted side Two blissful twins are to be born, Youth and Joy ; so Jove hath sworn. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run...
Page 5 - And in sweet madness robbed it of itself, But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
Page 19 - How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 5 - 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...
Page 5 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 17 - Impostor! do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance. She, good cateress, Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare Temperance.
Page 32 - In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.
Page 5 - This is the place, as well as I may guess, Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Page 1 - We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire ; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Page 18 - Till all be made immortal. But, when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.