 Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower...  Elegant extracts in poetry - Pagina 745door Elegant extracts - 1816Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1871 - 476 pagina’s
...with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head...figures dim, and on the edge, Like to that sanguine flower, inscribed with woe. Ah ! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge ? Last came, and last did... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 pagina’s
...with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower, inscribed with woe. Ah ! who hath reft, quoth he, my dearest pledge ? Last came, and last did... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 484 pagina’s
...bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. 13 Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His...figures dim, and on the edge, Like to that sanguine flower, inscribed with woe. Ah ! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge? Last came, and last did... | |
 | William Hazlitt, William Carew Hazlitt - 1871 - 592 pagina’s
...enshrined her in the mysteries of ancient religion, and celebrated her with the pomp of ancient names : " Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower imcrib'd with woe. Oh ! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge ? Last came, and last did... | |
 | John Milton - 1872 - 568 pagina’s
...And sage Hippotadgs their answer brings; &<***; -f+>~ That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope...sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge' 105 ^ to that sanguine__flower inscrib'd with woe. Ah! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge ?... | |
 | John Milton, Edward Phillips - 1872 - 614 pagina’s
...brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. • It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so...footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, 1 Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe "Ahl who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?"... | |
 | John Milton - 1873 - 606 pagina’s
...waa the son 2 In Sicily. of Hippotades. 3 Near Mantua. That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope...sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, l reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures... | |
 | John Milton - 1874 - 518 pagina’s
...all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, loo Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. " Ah ! who hath reft," quoth he, " my dearest pledge ? " Last came, and... | |
 | John Milton - 1874 - 504 pagina’s
...all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, 100 Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. " Ah ! who hath reft," quoth he, " my dearest pledge ? " Last came, and... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 pagina’s
...with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built hi the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah ! Who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge ? Last came, and last did... | |
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