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الصفحة viii
... FAIR I " .82 Psalm LXXX V, " Thy land to favour graciously " . . . 82 Psalm LXXXVI, "Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline " . . .83 Psalm LXXXVII, " Among the holy mountains high " . . 84 Psalm LXXXVIII, " Lord God, that DOST ME SAVE AND ...
... FAIR I " .82 Psalm LXXX V, " Thy land to favour graciously " . . . 82 Psalm LXXXVI, "Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline " . . .83 Psalm LXXXVII, " Among the holy mountains high " . . 84 Psalm LXXXVIII, " Lord God, that DOST ME SAVE AND ...
الصفحة vii
... FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH · AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE · • · · OF WINCHESTER • • THE PASSION ON SHAKESPEARE ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER ANOTHER ON THE SAME AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF ...
... FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH · AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE · • · · OF WINCHESTER • • THE PASSION ON SHAKESPEARE ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER ANOTHER ON THE SAME AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF ...
الصفحة viii
... FAIR ! " PSALM LXXXV , " THY LAND TO FA- VOUR GRACIOUSLY PSALM LXXXVI , THY gracious EAR , O LORD , INCLINE 66 PSALM LXXXVII , AMONG THE HOLY MOUNTAINS high " PSALM LXXXVIII , " LORD GOD , THAT DOST ME SAVE AND KEEP TU- I CALL 99 PSALM ...
... FAIR ! " PSALM LXXXV , " THY LAND TO FA- VOUR GRACIOUSLY PSALM LXXXVI , THY gracious EAR , O LORD , INCLINE 66 PSALM LXXXVII , AMONG THE HOLY MOUNTAINS high " PSALM LXXXVIII , " LORD GOD , THAT DOST ME SAVE AND KEEP TU- I CALL 99 PSALM ...
الصفحة 5
... Fair Infant Dying of a Cough , " with its drolly humorless title , is a per- fect example of emotional and imaginative falsity , such as the school of the concettisti was sure to engender in a juvenile bard who had not yet arrived at ...
... Fair Infant Dying of a Cough , " with its drolly humorless title , is a per- fect example of emotional and imaginative falsity , such as the school of the concettisti was sure to engender in a juvenile bard who had not yet arrived at ...
الصفحة 7
... fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow , And on her naked shame , Pollute with sinful blame , 40 The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded , that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon ...
... fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow , And on her naked shame , Pollute with sinful blame , 40 The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded , that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon ...
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الصفحة 53 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
الصفحة 146 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 20 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let 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, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
الصفحة 130 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King!
الصفحة 19 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
الصفحة 19 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
الصفحة 69 - Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
الصفحة 21 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
الصفحة 70 - ... 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side...
الصفحة xxxiv - The hooked chariot stood, Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.