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Page 19 - At once on the eastern cliff of Paradise He lights; and to his proper shape returns A seraph wing'd : six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine ; the pair that clad Each shoulder, broad, came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament ; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold, And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain.
Page 249 - Aspen good for staves, the Cypress funeral. The Laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage, the Fir that weepeth still, The Willow, worn of forlorn paramours, The Yew obedient to the bender's will, The Birch for shafts, the Sallow for the mill, The Myrrh sweet bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill, The fruitful Olive, and the Plantain round, The carver Holme, the Maple seldom inward sound...
Page 249 - The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage; the fir that weepeth still; The willow, worn of forlorn paramours; The yew, obedient to the bender's will; The birch for shafts; the sallow for the mill; The...
Page 183 - Sic Venus, et Veneris contra sic filius orsus : 325 « Nulla tuarum audita mihi ñeque visa sororum, o — quam te memorem, virgo ? namque haud tibi vultus mortalis, nee vox hominem sonat ; o dea certe ; an Phoebi...
Page 163 - But zealous crowds in ignorance adore, And still the less they know, they fear the more. Oft, as fame tells, the earth in sounds of woe Is heard to groan from hollow depths below, The baleful yew, though dead, has oft been seen To rise from earth, and spring with dusky green ; With sparkling flames the trees unburning shine.
Page 149 - Who that worft fear, the fear of death, defpife; Hence they no cares for this frail being feel, But rufh undaunted on the pointed fteel ; Provoke approaching fate, and bravely fcorn 810 To fpare that life which muft fo foon return.
Page 249 - The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors, And poets sage ; the fir that weepeth still. The willow worn of forlorn paramours, The yew obedient to the bender's will, The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill : The myrrhe sweet, bleeding in the bitter wound, The war-like beech, the ash, for nothing ill, The fruitful olive, and the plantane round, The carver holm, the maple seldom inward sound.
Page 256 - And hissing flames receive, and hungry lick the food. Then thrice the mounted squadrons ride around The fire, and Arcite's name they thrice resound: Hail, and farewell! they shouted thrice amain, Thrice facing to the left, and thrice they turn'd again: Still as they turn'd, they beat their clattering shields; The women mix their cries; and clamour fills the fields.
Page 208 - My father's image fill'd my pious mind, Left equal years might equal fortune find. Again I thought on my forfaken wife, And trembled for my fon's abandon'd life, I look'd about, but found myfelf alone, 77° Deferted at my need, my friends were gone.