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appears arms band bear beauty beneath bound brave breast breath bright charms chief command death deep delight distant Earth ev'ry face fair fall fame fate fear feel field flow force give glory grace Grecian Greece hand hath head hear heart Heav'n hero hills honour hope host hour human Hyacinthus kind king land late laws leave Leonidas less light live look lord mind morn Muse native Nature never night o'er once pain pass peace Persian plain pow'r praise pride race rest rise round sacred scene seat shade shore side sight smiles soft song soon soul sound spread spring steps stream sweet tears thee Themistocles thou thought toil train turn virtue voice walls wave wide winds yield youth
Page 321 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Page 326 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Page 324 - Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 321 - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself, With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.
Page 323 - Of Nature's Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations, that now rise From Hill or steaming Lake, dusky or grey, Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with Gold, In honour to the World's great Author rise...
Page 321 - Return, fair Eve ; Whom fliest thou ? whom thou fliest, of him thou art, His flesh, his bone ; to give thee being I lent Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart, Substantial life ; to have thee by my side Henceforth an individual solace dear. Part of my soul, I seek thee, and thee claim, My other half.
Page 326 - I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.
Page 321 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was...
Page 321 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent night With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet...