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Where glowing embers through the room
Save the cricket on the hearth.
That like the dazzling spells
Of wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eye
My dazzling spells into the spongy air,
With many murmurs mix'd, whose pleasing poison
And the inglorious likeness of a beast
Fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage.
The blest regent of the golden day.
Regent of day.
(Of the sun in each case.)
Yet not ungrateful is the morn's approach,
Not trick'd and frounced, as she was wont...
Or usher'd with a shower still.
Rings not the high wood with enliven'd shouts
Oft listening how the hounds and horn
By frolic Zephyr's hand.
The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr.
The clear slow-dittied chaunt, or varied hymn,
And lapp'd in Paradise.
There let the pealing organ blow
To the full-voiced choir below,
In service high and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness, through mine ear,
Dissolve me into ecstasies,
And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
The due clock swinging slow with sweepy sway.
Duly, the darkening valleys o'er,
Has echoed from the distant town.
Oft, on a plat of rising ground,
The Hamlet, 27–9.
(But cf. Pope's Windsor Forest, 144, "The yellow carp, in scales be
Massy proof. Vale-Royal Abbey, 64 (of a column); New Year 1786, 60 (of a bastion); New Year 1788, 1 (of a castle).
With antic pillars massy proof.
(Warton also has "massy piles," Triumph of Isis, 151; “massy state,"
Where high o'er-arching trees embower.
Above th' embowering shade.
Where the Etrurian shades
High over-arch'd embower.
P. L. i. 303-4; cf. ix. 1038, Comus, 62.
(Warton also has “in embow'ring woods” and “cave embower'd with
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving....
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. Nativity, 178–88.
The violet's unprinted head.
Thus I set my printless feet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head.
Fair forms, in every wondrous wood,
Under the trees now tripp'd, now solemn stood,
While gleaming o'er the crisped bowers.
The pine cerulean, never sere.
A thousand tumbling rills inlay
That tumble down the snowy hills.
Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass
Dim-figur'd on whose robe are shown.
Thee April blithe, as long of yore.
P. R. ii. 354-5.
First of April, 66.
P. L. ix. 502-3.
Approach of Summer, 17.
Till fancy had her fill.
(Of an evening reverie in the woods in each case.)
But when the Sun, at noon-tide hour,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
From bowering beech the mower blithe
With new-born vigour grasps the scythe.
And the mower whets his sithe.
But ever against restless heat.
And ever, against eating cares.
Hangs nodding from the low-brow'd rock.
P. L. iv. 29-30.
(But cf. Pope's Eloisa to Abelard, 244, "Low-browed rocks hang nodding
On that hoar hill's aerial height.
What open force, or secret guile.
Of hill and valley, rivers, woods, and plains.
With thee conversing, all the day.
In valleys, where mild whispers use.
Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use.
For ever held in holy trance.
There held in holy passion still.
Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray.
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord.
And, rolling in terrific state,
On giant-wheels harsh thunders grate.
And on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
Never yet in rime enroll'd,
Nor sung nor harp'd in hall or bower.
A minstrel, sprung of Cornish line,
The stoled fathers met the bier.
The sable-stolèd sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark.
He scorns awhile his bold emprise.
I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise.
(But cf. Faerie Queene, II. iii. 35, "Renowmd
In vain to build the lofty rhyme.
Hence he told
The banquet of Cambuscan bold.
Left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold.
P. L. ii. 41.
P. L. ix. 115-16.
The Crusade, 24.
P. L. vi. 209-10.
P. L. ii. 881-2.
Grave of Arthur, 96-7.
P. L. xi. 642.
through many bold emprize.")
Ode for Music, 136.
The Suicide, 39.
King's Birthday 1787, 9-10.