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British anthology. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by , Presenting Thebes , or Pelops ' line , Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what , though rare , of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage . But , O sad ...
British anthology. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by , Presenting Thebes , or Pelops ' line , Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what , though rare , of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage . But , O sad ...
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... Thebes he fell ; cursed be the fatal day ! And all the rest thou seest in this array , To make their moan , their lords in battle lost Before that town besieged by our confederate host : But Creon , old and impious , who commands The ...
... Thebes he fell ; cursed be the fatal day ! And all the rest thou seest in this array , To make their moan , their lords in battle lost Before that town besieged by our confederate host : But Creon , old and impious , who commands The ...
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... Thebes , he pitch'd upon the plain His mighty camp , and when the day return'd , The country wasted , and the hamlets burn'd ; And left the pillagers , to rapine bred , Without control to strip and spoil the dead . There , in a heap of ...
... Thebes , he pitch'd upon the plain His mighty camp , and when the day return'd , The country wasted , and the hamlets burn'd ; And left the pillagers , to rapine bred , Without control to strip and spoil the dead . There , in a heap of ...
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... Thebes was known in arms long since , And honour'd by this young Thessalian prince . Theseus , to gratify his friend and guest , Who made our Arcite's freedom his request , Restored to liberty the captive knight , But on these hard ...
... Thebes was known in arms long since , And honour'd by this young Thessalian prince . Theseus , to gratify his friend and guest , Who made our Arcite's freedom his request , Restored to liberty the captive knight , But on these hard ...
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... Thebes return'd again , The loss of her he loved renew'd his pain . What could be worse , than never more to see His life , his soul , his charming Emily ? He raved with all the madness of despair , He roar'd , he beat his breast , he ...
... Thebes return'd again , The loss of her he loved renew'd his pain . What could be worse , than never more to see His life , his soul , his charming Emily ? He raved with all the madness of despair , He roar'd , he beat his breast , he ...
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Arcite arm'd arms behold bless'd bliss blood bore breast breath Chanticleer Chor COMUS coursers Creon cried crown'd Cymon Dagon dame death delight design'd divine dream earth Emily ev'n eyes fair falchions fame fate father fear fear'd feast fight fire fix'd flame flower force grace green ground grove hand hast hath head heard heart Heaven holy honour JOHN SHARPE join'd Jove king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady light live look'd lord Lycidas Lysimachus maid Manoah mind mix'd mortal Nature's never nymphs o'er once pain Palamon pass'd peace Philistines Philostratus Pirithous pointed lance praise prey prince queen rest Reynard Rhodian sacred Sams Samson SAMSON AGONISTES secret seem'd shade sight sing song sorrow soul sound steed stood sung sweet Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art thought turn'd Twas virtue wind wood youth
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Page 10 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Page 9 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night...
Page 16 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page 6 - 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.
Page 24 - 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 bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 7 - Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 5 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Page 19 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 26 - In consecrated earth And on the holy hearth 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...
Page 17 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.