The Poems, English, Latin, and Greek

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Clarendon Press, 1927 - English poetry - 473 pages

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Page xl - Moses thou (though spells and charms withstand) Hast brought them nobly home back to their Holy Land. Ah wretched we, poets of earth ! but thou Wert living the same poet which thou'rt now.
Page xliv - Steps to the Temple," " Sacred Poems, with other Delights of the Muses," and "Poemata,"
Page 195 - And teach her fair steps to our earth: Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called my absent kisses.
Page 153 - In th' empyreum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on...
Page 320 - Shall all at last die into one, And melt thy soul's sweet mansion ; Like a soft lump of incense, hasted By too...
Page 135 - Shall own thee there, and all in one Weave a constellation Of crowns, with which the King, thy spouse, Shall build up thy triumphant brows.
Page 129 - To ask the windows leave to pass that way ; Delicious deaths, soft exhalations Of soul ; dear and divine annihilations ; A thousand unknown rites Of joys, and rarified delights ; A hundred thousand goods, glories, and graces, And many a mystic thing, Which the divine embraces Of the dear Spouse of Spirits with them will bring, For which it is no shame That dull mortality must not know a name...
Page 344 - Vain shadow, which dost vanish quite, Both at full noon and perfect night! The stars have not a possibility Of blessing thee; If things then from their end we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Page 339 - Cause they both lived but one life. Peace, good Reader, do not weep. Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot Love could tie.
Page 152 - With flash of high-born fancies: here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone...

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