Endymion, a Poetic RomanceH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1818 - 242 pages |
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... hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk . And , as the year ...
... hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk . And , as the year ...
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... Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows , that outskirt the side Of thine enmossed realms : O ...
... Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows , that outskirt the side Of thine enmossed realms : O ...
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... Hear us , O satyr king ! " O Hearkener to the loud clapping shears , While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn , When snouted wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman : Breather round our ...
... Hear us , O satyr king ! " O Hearkener to the loud clapping shears , While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn , When snouted wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman : Breather round our ...
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... hear the speckled thrushes , and see feed Our idle sheep . So be thou cheered sweet , And , if thy lute is here , softly intreat My soul to keep in its resolved course . " Hereat Peona , in their silver source , Shut her pure sorrow ...
... hear the speckled thrushes , and see feed Our idle sheep . So be thou cheered sweet , And , if thy lute is here , softly intreat My soul to keep in its resolved course . " Hereat Peona , in their silver source , Shut her pure sorrow ...
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... hear , and sing This ditty to her ! -tell her " -so I stay'd 960 My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupefied with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I ...
... hear , and sing This ditty to her ! -tell her " -so I stay'd 960 My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupefied with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I ...
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Adieu airy anon Arethusa Art thou Bacchus behold beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian cheek chidden clouds cold cool Cupid dark death deep Dian's didst dost doth dream dreary ears earth Elysium Endymion Eolian eyes faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle goddess golden golden palace green grief hand happy hast thou head heart heaven Heaven's gates immortal kiss Latmian leaves light lips lonely lute lyre maid melt Morpheus mortal mossy Naiads Neptune Nereids night nymph o'er once pass'd Peona Phoebus pinions rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd shalt sigh silent silver sing sleep slumber smile soft sorrow soul spake stept strange streams sudden sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou wast thought trees trembling twas Vex'd voice weep whence wild wilt wind wings wonders young youth
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Page 173 - I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. 'Come then, Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast: I thought to leave thee, And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. 'There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Page 170 - Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide: — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!" Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye! So many, and so many, and such glee? Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?
Page 40 - Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.
Page 167 - And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind: I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
Page 169 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers : the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew ! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin ! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame ; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley. To scare thee, Melancholy...
Page 6 - Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white, Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story. O may no wintry season, bare and hoary, See it half finished : but let Autumn bold, With universal tinge of sober gold, Be all about me when I make an end.
Page 5 - I'll smoothly steer My little boat, for many quiet hours, With streams that deepen freshly into bowers. Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white, 50 Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story.
Page 190 - Of mortals each to each, against the blooms Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the tombs Of heroes gone ! Against his proper glory Has my own soul conspired : so my story Will I to children utter, and repent.
Page 170 - We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide: — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!