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ANTHOLOGY appear arms Beauty bless breast bright cease charms cried Crown CUPID dear delight desire ease Edited ev'ry Extra fcap eyes face fair fall fate fear flame flowers gentle give grace hair hand happy head hear heart Heaven hope hour kind King kiss Lady leave light live Lock look Lord lost Lover Maid mind Miscellany morning move Musical ne'er never night Notes Nymph o'er once pain Passion plain play pleasing pleasure Poems poor POPE pride prove rest rich rise round Shepherd sighs sing smiles soft Song soon soul speak sure Swain sweet tears tell tender thee thing thou thought trembling trifle true turn vain W. W. SKEAT wind wish World Youth
Page 265 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Page 21 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 18 - Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage, And...
Page 14 - Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
Page 260 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Page 148 - Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring All on a rock reclined. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look; Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook. " ' Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, venturous lover — Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean, And let my lover rest; Ah!