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... spreading flames are born ! 10 Phaon to Ætna's scorching fields retires , 15 While I consume with more than Ætna's fires ! No more my soul a charm in music finds ; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds . Soft scenes of solitude no ...
... spreading flames are born ! 10 Phaon to Ætna's scorching fields retires , 15 While I consume with more than Ætna's fires ! No more my soul a charm in music finds ; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds . Soft scenes of solitude no ...
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... spreads its arms above , Shades all the banks , and seems itself a grove ; Eternal greens the mossy margin grace , Watch'd by the sylvan Genius of the place . 180 Quem supra ramos expandit aquatica lotos , Una nemus ; SAPPHO TO PHAON . 15.
... spreads its arms above , Shades all the banks , and seems itself a grove ; Eternal greens the mossy margin grace , Watch'd by the sylvan Genius of the place . 180 Quem supra ramos expandit aquatica lotos , Una nemus ; SAPPHO TO PHAON . 15.
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... Spread thy soft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phoebus ' shrine my harp I'll then bestow , And this Inscription shall be plac'd below , " Here she who sung , to him that did ...
... Spread thy soft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phoebus ' shrine my harp I'll then bestow , And this Inscription shall be plac'd below , " Here she who sung , to him that did ...
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... spread the swelling sails . If you will fly- ( yet ha ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me seek it from the raging seas : To raging seas unpity'd I'll ...
... spread the swelling sails . If you will fly- ( yet ha ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me seek it from the raging seas : To raging seas unpity'd I'll ...
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... Spreads his light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , August her deed , and sacred be her fame ; Before true passion all those views remove ; Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ...
... Spreads his light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , August her deed , and sacred be her fame ; Before true passion all those views remove ; Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ...
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Page 354 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. Statesman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul sincere, In Action faithful, and in Honour clear! Who broke no Promise, serv'd no private End, Who gain'd no Title, and who lost no Friend, Ennobled by Himself, by All approv'd, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd. THE
Page 35 - let the pealing organ blow In the full-voic'd quire below ; In service high and anthem clear, As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heav'n before mine eyes.
Page 356 - to this fair Urn we trust. And sacred, place by DRYDEN'S awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy Tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest!
Page 351 - Vice had his hate and pity too. Blest Courtier! who could King and country please, Yet sacred keep his Friendships, and his Ease. Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace Reflecting, and reflected in his Race ; Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS shine, And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the line. NOTES.
Page 27 - heat? Yet, yet I love !—From Abelard it came, And Elo'isa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd; 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
Page 92 - me live, or die unknown: Oh ! grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! " THIS poem contains great strokes of Gothic imagination, yet bordering often on the most ideal and capricious extravagance. The poet, in a vision, sees a temple of glass; ' In which were more images Of gold stondinge in sundrie stages,
Page 191 - Corinth's pleasing site surveys. Twas now the time when Phoebus yields to night, And rising Cynthia sheds her silver light, 475 Wide o'er the world in solemn pomp she drew, Her airy chariot hung with pearly dew ; All birds and beasts lie hush'd ; sleep steals away The wild desires of men, and toils of day,
Page 40 - more I hear, no more I view, 235 The phantom flies me, as unkind as you, I call aloud; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise ; 240 NOTES.
Page 17 - But when from hence he plung'd into the main, Deucalion scorn'd, and Pyrrha lov'd in vain. Haste, Sappho, haste, from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below !" She spoke, and vanish'd with the voice—I rise, And silent tears fall trickling from my eyes. 200 NOTES. Ver. 188. Leucadian
Page 281 - more genius and imagination; the one excelled in beauty, the other in energy. Michael Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration, his ideas are vast and sublime, his people are a superior order of beings; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions, or their attitudes, or the style and cast