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ancient Angus appears arms army arrived barons beautiful bird Bishop body bright called castle character court Dame David death delight described directed Douglas Dunbar Earl England English estates fair feudal field flowers follow France French fresh friar give given gold grace green hand head heart Henry honour horse Item James John king king's knight ladies land leave light Lindsay living Lord manners March master mean ment mind monarch natural never noble palace Parliament pass person picture play poem poet poetry possessed present prince probably queen reader received remarkable rest rich Robert royal says Scotland Scottish seems seen soon spirit story strength sweet thee thou took town turn whilst whole young youth
Page 162 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 163 - With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. 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 foregoes his wonted seat. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice-battered god of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth Heaven's queen and mother both,...
Page 163 - 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 forgoes his wonted seat. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice-battered god of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth, Heaven's queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine; The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, In vain...
Page 55 - Worship all ye that lovers be this May, For of your bliss the kalends are begun, And sing with us, away, winter away, Come, summer come, the sweet season and sun.
Page 163 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 163 - In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about 'the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove...
Page 171 - Largior hie campos aether et lumine vestit Purpureo solemque suum, sua sidera norunt. Pars in gramineis exercent membra palaestris, Contendunt ludo et fulva luctantur arena ; Pars pedibus plaudunt choreas et carmina dicunt.
Page 75 - among us moderns, James, King of Scotland, who not only composed many sacred pieces of vocal music, but also of himself invented a new kind of music, plaintive and melancholy, different from all others, in which he has been imitated by Carlo Gesualdo, Prince of Venosa, who, in our age, has improved music with new and admirable inventions,
Page 170 - Ditis ; sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, hoc opus, hie labor est. pauci, quos aequus amavit luppiter aut ardens evexit ad aethera virtus, 130 dis geniti potuere.
Page 77 - Henderson wittily obseruing, that Chaucer in his 5th booke had related the death of Troilus, but made no mention what became of Creseid, he learnedly takes vppon him in a fine poeticall way to expres the punishment & end due to a false vnconstant whore, which commonly terminates in extreme misery...