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THE FIRST PASTORAL, OR DAMON. TO SIR WILLIAM TRUMBULL.
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its...
'Tis done--but yesterday a King! And armed with Kings to strive-- And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject--yet alive! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strewed our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive?
THE PROLOGUE. ["YEA, let that passe," quoth our Host, "as now. Sir Doctor of Physik, I praye you, Tell us a tale of some honest mattere." "It shall be done, if that ye will it hear," Said this Doctor; and his tale gan anon.
But al to litel, weylaway the whyle, Lasteth swich Ioye, y-thonked be Fortune!
Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath, And tears, and...
THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS. TO DR GARTH. A shepherd's boy (he seeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing sunbeams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders form'd a quivering shade.
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to Pastures hew; Who of his great Design in pain Did for a Model vault his Brain, Whose Columnes should so...
FRAGMENT ON THE BACK OF THE MS. OF CANTO I.
THE PROLOGUE.
'tis the twanging horn!
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrain'd to love thee.
The Lord, we look to once for all, Is the Lord we should look at, all at once: He knows not to vary, saith Saint Paul, Nor the shadow of turning, for the nonce. See him no other than as he is!
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth-- The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above...
1 TO think of time—of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue? Have you dreaded these earth-beetles? Have you fear’d the future would be nothing to you?
THE PROLOGUE.
CANTO THE FIRST.
The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his aventures fellen Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye, My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.
He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously, And holding wave and wind in boy's despite Peered...
AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM. 'Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sed juvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.' MART. TO MRS ARABELLA FERMOR. What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing--This verse to Caryll, Muse!
O Sovereign power of love!
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as was contributed By English Pilots when they heav'd the Lead; Or what by th' Oceans slow alluvion fell, Of shipwrackt...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice—it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep unawakened, all un- warned, eleven fathoms fallen 2 Where she foundered! One stroke Felled and furled them, the hearts of oak!
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