THE Knight of the Golden Melice



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168 ページ - Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
9 ページ - Till it arrive at Heaven's vault Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!' Thus sung they in the English boat A holy and a cheerful note: And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
431 ページ - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate.
133 ページ - With wild surprise, As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, A stupid moment motionless she stood : So stands the statue that enchants the world ; So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes Which blissful Eden knew not ; and, array'd In careless haste, th...
312 ページ - Nay," answered the pleased wife, " I distrusted thee not so much as the presumption of the damsel ; and if the devil goes about as a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour, as we know he does, from the precious book, what place is more likely for him to be in than these awful woods, filled with red heathens, whom I take to be little better than his children ; and whom would he sooner devour, than a pretty maiden like Prudence ?" "Enough of this, dame," said the Assistant, with difficulty suppressing...
231 ページ - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh ! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
21 ページ - Come on, sir. Now you set your foot on shore In Novo Orbe\ here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden mines, Great Solomon's Ophir!
173 ページ - Alas ! for them — their day is o'er. Their fires are out from hill and shore; No more for them the wild deer bounds, The plough is on their hunting grounds; The pale man's axe rings through their woods, The pale man's sail skims o'er their floods, Their pleasant springs are dry...
56 ページ - How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
381 ページ - No wound, which warlike hand of enemy Inflicts with dint of sword, so sore doth light As doth the poysnous sting, which infamy Infixeth in the name of noble wight : For by no art, nor any leaches might, It ever can recured be againe ; Ne all the skill, which that immortall spright Of Podalyrius did in it retaine, Can remedy such hurts : such hurts are hellish paine.