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Page 119 - So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he; Among innumerable false, unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind Though single.
Page 55 - With massive arches broad and round, That rose alternate, row and row, On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was known, By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk, The arcades of an alley'd walk To emulate in stone. On the deep walls, the heathen Dane Had pour'd his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these, Exposed to the tempestuous seas, Scourged by the winds...
Page 99 - In olde dayes of the king Artour, Of which that Bretons speken gret honour, All was this lond fulfilled of faerie ; The elf-quene , with hire joly compagnie Danced fill oft in many a grene mede. This was the old opinion as I rede...
Page 98 - Upon a mushroom's head Our tablecloth we spread ; A grain of rye or wheat Is manchet, which we eat; Pearly drops of dew we drink, In acorn cups, fill'd to the brink.
Page 135 - AN ancient story I'll tell you anon Of a notable prince that was called King John; And he ruled England with main and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintained little right. And I'll tell you a story, a story so merry, Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury; How for his house-keeping and high renown, They rode post for him to fair London town.
Page 128 - We imperceptibly advance from youth to age, without observing the gradual, but incessant, change of human affairs, and, even in our larger experience of history, the imagination is accustomed, by a perpetual series of causes and effects, to unite the most distant revolutions.
Page 53 - Oft listening tearful when the wild winds beat, With hollow bodings round your ancient walls : And pity, at the dark and stormy hour Of midnight, when the moon is hid on high, Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tower, And turns her ear to each expiring cry ; Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save, And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave.
Page 127 - When the emperor Decius persecuted the Christians, seven noble youths of Ephesus concealed themselves in a spacious cavern in the side of an adjacent mountain ; where they were doomed to perish by the tyrant, who gave orders that the entrance should be firmly secured with a pile of huge stones.
Page 98 - And so the time beguile : And if the moon doth hide her head, The glow-worm lights us home to lied.