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... thee than stars to him . If thou but show thy face again When darkness doth at midnight reign , The darkness flies , and light is hurled Round about the silent world : So as alike thou driv'st away Both light and darkness , night and ...
... thee than stars to him . If thou but show thy face again When darkness doth at midnight reign , The darkness flies , and light is hurled Round about the silent world : So as alike thou driv'st away Both light and darkness , night and ...
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... thee to pass by A short and sweet iniquity ? I'll cast a mist , a cloud upon My delicate transgression , So utter dark , as that no eye Shall see the hugged impiety : Gifts blind the wise , and bribes do please , 1 Cf. The Spring , p ...
... thee to pass by A short and sweet iniquity ? I'll cast a mist , a cloud upon My delicate transgression , So utter dark , as that no eye Shall see the hugged impiety : Gifts blind the wise , and bribes do please , 1 Cf. The Spring , p ...
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... thee.1 There is no lack of clear vision here ; yet who believes in the seriousness of this pretty repentance ? This ' vow ' is of the same nature as his vows to Apollo , Bacchus , or Venus : ― Make her this day smile on me And I'll ...
... thee.1 There is no lack of clear vision here ; yet who believes in the seriousness of this pretty repentance ? This ' vow ' is of the same nature as his vows to Apollo , Bacchus , or Venus : ― Make her this day smile on me And I'll ...
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... thee.1 In most respects no two poets could present more oppo- site methods than Wither and Quarles . There may be some figures of speech in the devotional verse of Wither — I have Donne's Coronet , and Davies of Herford's Wit's ...
... thee.1 In most respects no two poets could present more oppo- site methods than Wither and Quarles . There may be some figures of speech in the devotional verse of Wither — I have Donne's Coronet , and Davies of Herford's Wit's ...
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... Providence , whose unseen arm Curbed them , and clothed thee well and warm.1 1 The Bird , Sacred Poems of Vaughan , ed . Lyte , 1891 , p . 174 . In Vaughan's mysticism we have a more general trait of Ivi INTRODUCTION .
... Providence , whose unseen arm Curbed them , and clothed thee well and warm.1 1 The Bird , Sacred Poems of Vaughan , ed . Lyte , 1891 , p . 174 . In Vaughan's mysticism we have a more general trait of Ivi INTRODUCTION .
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Page 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Page 134 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 275 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 244 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Page 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Page 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.