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æther Apicius art thou Bard behold beneath bids blest bliss boast bosom breast breath Britons charms clouds dæmons dare dark death deep delight divine dreadful dull e'en earth eternal ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear fense flame fool foul funk genius give glorious glory grace Greece hand happy heart heaven honour hour human Ikies immortal King land light live Lord Lorenzo lyre mankind mighty mind monarch mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain Palemon passions peace Pindar plain pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rife Rodmond Rome round sacred scene scorn shine smile song soul spirit spleen stream sweet swell tbit tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne toil trembling truth virtue wave Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
Pàgina 221 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 219 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Pàgina 219 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Pàgina 221 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Pàgina 503 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Pàgina 506 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Pàgina 219 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pàgina 513 - The gentle Knight, who saw their rueful case, Let fall adown his silver beard some tears. "Certes...
Pàgina 508 - And certes had been utterly undone; But that Minerva pity of him took, With all the gods that love the rural wonne, That teach to tame the soil and rule the crook ; Ne did the sacred Nine disdain a gentle look.
Pàgina 503 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.