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... thee ! What , though thy budding intellect ripen beneath the sky of instruction ? What though thou be destined to trace the stream of science to its source ? What , though thou be invited to slumber amid the shadowy delights of an ...
... thee ! What , though thy budding intellect ripen beneath the sky of instruction ? What though thou be destined to trace the stream of science to its source ? What , though thou be invited to slumber amid the shadowy delights of an ...
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... thee a welcome here ; And the minstrel's harp , unheard so long , Wakes for thee into music and song . I know thou wear'st a double face , Like many a child of earth , And breakest oft in after days The promise of thy birth ; But mauger ...
... thee a welcome here ; And the minstrel's harp , unheard so long , Wakes for thee into music and song . I know thou wear'st a double face , Like many a child of earth , And breakest oft in after days The promise of thy birth ; But mauger ...
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... thee will re - appear . Then welcome , youngest child of time , Welcome , new - born year ! The merry bells with tuneful chime Have rung thy welcome here ; And the minstrel's harp , unheard so long , Hath waked for thee the voice of ...
... thee will re - appear . Then welcome , youngest child of time , Welcome , new - born year ! The merry bells with tuneful chime Have rung thy welcome here ; And the minstrel's harp , unheard so long , Hath waked for thee the voice of ...
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... thee . Ere I deliver up the accustom'd tribute , One boon I crave : let me alone be shut First in the labyrinth with this mere club . Strife with a god ( if such this son of Apis By his tame worshippers be rightly deem'd ) Theseus shall ...
... thee . Ere I deliver up the accustom'd tribute , One boon I crave : let me alone be shut First in the labyrinth with this mere club . Strife with a god ( if such this son of Apis By his tame worshippers be rightly deem'd ) Theseus shall ...
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... thee to the light of heaven . Here I await thy coming , not unwilling , If thou shouldst fall , to be the monster's booty ; If that should fall , then , Theseus , to be thine . She spake , and shrunk aside in sightless darkness ; The ...
... thee to the light of heaven . Here I await thy coming , not unwilling , If thou shouldst fall , to be the monster's booty ; If that should fall , then , Theseus , to be thine . She spake , and shrunk aside in sightless darkness ; The ...
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Page 229 - Commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Page 297 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, — But let us part fair foes ; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, — hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing : I would also deem O'er others...
Page 231 - An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene.
Page 20 - Are brought; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce, From beds of raging fire to starve in ice...
Page 229 - Less than archangel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured : as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 229 - To paint things as they are, requires a minute attention, and employs the memory rather than the fancy. Milton's delight was to sport in the wide regions of possibility; reality was a scene too narrow for his mind. He sent his faculties out upon discovery, into worlds where only imagination can travel, and delighted to form new modes of existence, and furnish sentiment and action to superior beings, to trace the counsels of Hell, or accompany the choirs of Heaven.
Page 323 - I HAVE often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortune. Those disasters which break down the spirit of a man and prostrate him in the dust, seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such 5 intrepidity and elevation to their character that at times it approaches to sublimity.
Page 231 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of gul in her bloom, Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute , Where the tints of the earth , and the hues of the sky , In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die , Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine , And all, save the spirit of man , is divine ? Tis the clime of the East, 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ?...
Page 231 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man: — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this.
Page 47 - Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-lip and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine— I may not stay.