Dean Ireland Scholarship

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Clarendon Press, 1833
 

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Strana 8 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Strana 8 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strana 8 - Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves...
Strana 43 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, > , And through the world of waters wide and deepe, •* .}• To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. „' Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, ' And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there Tethys his wet bed...
Strana 8 - He touched the tender stops of various Quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the Sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the Western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his Mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
Strana 8 - O'er shields and helms and helmed heads he rode Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostrate, That wished the mountains now might be again Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
Strana 8 - So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance too severe to be beheld And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the Four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot rolled, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
Strana 8 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.

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