Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 - English poetry |
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... Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his mask to move , With his bright tead that flames with many a flake , And many a batchelor to wait on him , In their fresh garments trim ; Bid her awake , therefore , and soon her dight ...
... Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his mask to move , With his bright tead that flames with many a flake , And many a batchelor to wait on him , In their fresh garments trim ; Bid her awake , therefore , and soon her dight ...
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... Hymen , lö Hymen ! Hymen they do shout , That even to the heavens their shouting shrill Doth reach , and all the firmament doth fill ; To which the people standing all about , As in approvance , do thereto applaud , And loud advance her ...
... Hymen , lö Hymen ! Hymen they do shout , That even to the heavens their shouting shrill Doth reach , and all the firmament doth fill ; To which the people standing all about , As in approvance , do thereto applaud , And loud advance her ...
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... Hymen also crown with wreaths of vine , And let the graces daunce unto the rest , For they can do it best ; The whiles the maidens do their carol sing , To which the woods shall answer , and their eccho ring . " Ring ye the bells , ye ...
... Hymen also crown with wreaths of vine , And let the graces daunce unto the rest , For they can do it best ; The whiles the maidens do their carol sing , To which the woods shall answer , and their eccho ring . " Ring ye the bells , ye ...
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... . And thou , fair Hebe ! and thou , Hymen ! free Grant that it so may be . Till which we cease your further praise to sing , Ne any woods shall answer , nor your eccho ring . And ye , high Heavens ! the temple of the SPENSER .
... . And thou , fair Hebe ! and thou , Hymen ! free Grant that it so may be . Till which we cease your further praise to sing , Ne any woods shall answer , nor your eccho ring . And ye , high Heavens ! the temple of the SPENSER .
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... Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry , With mask , and antique pageantry , Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer - eves , by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon ...
... Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry , With mask , and antique pageantry , Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer - eves , by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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Page 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Page 189 - 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 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 180 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Page 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Page 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Page 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Page 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Page 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?