IN melancholic fancy,
Out of myself,
In the vulcan dancy,
All the world surveying,
Nowhere staying,
Just like a fairy elf;
Out o’er the tops of highest mountains skipping,
Out o’er the hills, the trees and valleys tripping,
Out o’er the ocean seas, without an oar or shipping.
Hallo, my fancy,...
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Shapcot! to thee the Fairy State
I with discretion dedicate:
Because thou prizest things that are
Curious and unfamiliar,
Take first the feast; these dishes gone,
We’ll see the Fairy-court anon.
A little mushroom-table spread,
After short prayers, they set on bread,
A moon-parched grain of purest wheat,
With some small... -
From the Latin by Leigh Hunt
WE the fairies blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.When to bed the world are...
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Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed,
And on the neck of crownèd fortune proud
Hast reared God’s trophies, and his work pursued,
While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots inbued,
And Dunbar field... -
From “Hudibras,” Part I.
HIS puissant sword unto his side
Near his undaunted heart was tied,
With basket hilt that would hold broth,
And serve for fight and dinner both.
In it he melted lead for bullets
To shoot at foes, and sometimes pullets,
To whom he bore so fell a grutch
He ne’er gave quarter to any such.
The... -
We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you ’ll find in jet,
T’other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within;
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you. -
Air: “o Mary, heave a sigh for me.”
O MARE æva si forme;
Forme ure tonitru;
Iambicum as amandum,
Olet Hymen promptu;
Mihi is vetas an ne se,
As humano erebi;
Olet mecum marito te,
Or eta beta pi.Alas, plano more meretrix,
Mi ardor vel uno;
Inferiam ure artis base,
Tolerat me urebo.... -
[...] Pour amortir l'orgueil de mille vanités,
Considérons jadis quels nous avons été,
Et, faisant à nature une amende honorable,
Dis, superbe : J'étais vilain au préalable
Que d'être gentilhomme ; et, puisque de vilain
Je me suis anobli du jour au lendemain,
Du jour au lendemain je peux changer de titre
Et de petit seigneur devenir grand bélître,
Et en... -
Sonnet
Quelque si doux espoir où ma raison s'appuie,
Un mal si découvert ne se saurait cacher ;
J'emporte malheureux, quelque part où je fuie,
Un trait qu'aucun secours ne me peut arracher.
Je viens dans un désert mes larmes épancher,
Où la terre languit, où le Soleil s'ennuie,
Et d'un torrent de pleurs qu'on ne peut étancher
Couvre l'... -
Ode
Perside, je me sens heureux
De ma nouvelle servitude,
Vous n'avez point d'ingratitude
Qui rebute un coeur amoureux.
Il est bien vrai que je me fâche
Du fard où votre teint se cache.
Nature a mis tout son crédit
À vous faire entièrement belle,
L'art qui pense mieux faire qu'elle
Me déplait et vous enlaidit.
L'éclat...