Poems Upon Several Occasions: English, Italian, and LatinJ. Dodsley, 1785 - 620 pages |
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alluſion almoſt alſo AMOR antient becauſe beſt biſhop called cloſe Comus deſcribed deſcription Doctor Newton doth Drayton edit Engliſh eſt Euripides expreſſion FAERIE QUEENE faid FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS falſe fame fing firſt Fletcher folemn fome foul fupr haſte hath heaven houſe ibid IL PENSEROSO illuſtrate inchanted inſtances ipſe Jonſon juſt king L'ALLEGRO Lady laſt Latin leſs Lond Lord Lord Brackley LYCIDAS Maſk METAM mihi Milton moſt Muſe muſic night Note Nymphs obſerves Ovid PARAD PARADISE LOST paſſage perhaps perſon pleaſing pleaſure poem poet poetry praiſe preſent PROSE-WORKS publiſhed quæ queen reſt riſe roſe ſaid ſame ſays ſcene ſea ſecond ſee ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſent ſet ſeveral ſhade Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſhepherd ſhew ſhould ſome ſometimes ſon ſong Sonnet ſpeaks Spenſer ſpirits ſtate ſtill ſtory ſtream ſtyle ſubject ſuch ſuppoſed ſweet thee theſe thoſe thou tibi univerſity uſe verſe whoſe wood
Popular passages
Page 267 - The Lars, and Lemures, moan with midnight plaint ; In urns and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar power foregoes his wonted seat.
Page 10 - scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Page 31 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 92 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 43 - Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
Page 4 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 350 - 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.
Page 34 - Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Page 63 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ? Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams ; Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 74 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...