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Æneid allusion Apology for Smectymnus Areopagitica Ben Jonson Book Cambridge Chaucer Christ's Church Government cognate College Comus Cotgrave death Eclogues edition editors Edward King Eikonoklastes Elegy English Epistle Epitaphium Damonis epithet Essays eyes flowers Germ Giles Fletcher Glosse Greek Grosart's Hamlet hath heaven Hist Il Penseroso imitation Jonson L'Al L'Allegro Latin lines Lycidas Mark Pattison Masque Masson meaning meant Melancholy metaphor Midsummer N. D. Milton Minsheu Monody morning Muse night noun Nymphs P. L. VII Paradise Lost passage pastoral Penseroso perhaps Pitt Press poem poet poetry probably Promptorium quotes reading Reason of Church reference rhyme Richard III Robin Goodfellow Romeo and Juliet says sense Shakespeare Shepheards Cal sing song sonnet speaks Spenser spheres St Matthew stanza Sylvester Tale Tennyson thee Theocritus thou verb Vergil verse Warton winds Winter's Tale word writers written wrote
Page xlix - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 25 - 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. He must not float upon his watery' bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 16 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade...
Page 17 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, 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 29 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 21 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Page 19 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 27 - 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.