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Much like his father , but his mother more , Whom therefore she brought up , and
Comus named : Who , ripe and frolic of his full grown age , Roving the Celtic and
Iberian fields , At last betakes him to this ominous wood ; And in thick shelter of ...
Much like his father , but his mother more , Whom therefore she brought up , and
Comus named : Who , ripe and frolic of his full grown age , Roving the Celtic and
Iberian fields , At last betakes him to this ominous wood ; And in thick shelter of ...
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And on the tawny sands and shelves , Trip the pert faeries and the dapper elves .
By dimpled brook and fountain brim , The wood - nymphs , deck ' d with daisies
trim , Their merry wakes and pastimes keep ; What hath night to do with sleep ?
And on the tawny sands and shelves , Trip the pert faeries and the dapper elves .
By dimpled brook and fountain brim , The wood - nymphs , deck ' d with daisies
trim , Their merry wakes and pastimes keep ; What hath night to do with sleep ?
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In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? ... resolving here to lodge Under the
spreading favor of these pines , Stepp ' d , as they said , to the next thicket - side ,
To bring me berries , or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide .
In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? ... resolving here to lodge Under the
spreading favor of these pines , Stepp ' d , as they said , to the next thicket - side ,
To bring me berries , or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide .
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Within the naval of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades a sorcerer
dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skill ' d in all his
mother ' s witcheries ; And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement gives
his ...
Within the naval of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades a sorcerer
dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skill ' d in all his
mother ' s witcheries ; And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement gives
his ...
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As they come forward , the Genius of the wood appears , and turning toward them
, speaks . GENIUS . Stay , gentle Swains ! for , though in this disguise , I see
bright honor sparkle through your eyes : Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of
...
As they come forward , the Genius of the wood appears , and turning toward them
, speaks . GENIUS . Stay , gentle Swains ! for , though in this disguise , I see
bright honor sparkle through your eyes : Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of
...
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Amor arms Atque bear blind bright bring brought cause comes Comus cùm dark death deep divine domum dost doth earth enemies eyes fair faith fear feast foes force friends gave give glory gods green Hæc hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven honor hope inter ipse keep kings LADY land less light live look Lord mihi mind mortal never night once peace praise PSALM quæ quid quoque rest round Samson seek serve shame sight sing song soon soul spirits strength sweet tears thee things thou thou hast thought tibi true truth vacat virgin Virtue wood
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Страница 120 - AC ! 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.
Страница 126 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th
Страница 128 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Страница 61 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixed, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
Страница 110 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
Страница 72 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Страница 64 - What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His uncontrollable intent ; His servants he, with new acquist Of true experience, from this great event, With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
Страница 118 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Страница 79 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Страница 126 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
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| Заглавие | The British Poets: Including Translations ... Том 18 от The British Poets: Including Translations, British poets |
| Автор | British poets |
| Издател | C. Whittingham, 1822 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 28 септ. 2006 |
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