Philosophia musarum, containing the songs and romances of the Piper's wallet, Pan, the Harmonia musarum and other miscellaneous poems

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Albion library Dyver, 1845 - 285 من الصفحات
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الصفحة xvi - Which men call earth; and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being, Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives, After this mortal change, to her true servants, Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats.
الصفحة xv - I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work. I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts. For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is...
الصفحة xxvii - 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...
الصفحة xvi - Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
الصفحة 111 - Ideality unshaken By facts or theory, whose spell Maddens the soul and fires our beacon. Whom memory tortures, love deludes, Whom circumspection fills with dread. On every organ he obtrudes, Until Destruction o'er his head Impends ; then mad with luckless strife, He volunteers the loss of life. And canst...
الصفحة xxvii - 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 : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
الصفحة 108 - Tho' now so hollow, dead, and cold ; For in thy form is yet descried The traces left of young desire ; The Painter's art, the...

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