The Scene before the Prison in Gaza. Samson: A little onward lend thy guiding hand
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Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
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Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
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Diodati, e te'l diro con maraviglia, Quel ritroso io ch'amor spreggiar solea
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Per certo i bei vostr'occhi Donna mia Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole
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Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
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Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease,
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Lady that in the prime of earliest youth, Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green,
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Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is king,
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Let us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord for he is kind;
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When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son, After long toil their liberty had won,
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O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timeless lie,
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Hail native Language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
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Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
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This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King,
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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy, Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
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Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring,
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Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, That erst with Musick, and triumphant song
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Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his girt, And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
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What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones,
The labour of an age in piled Stones,
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This rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester,
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Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move,
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Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred!
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Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born
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Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
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Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, who appear on the
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The first Scene discovers a wild wood. The ATTENDANT SPIRIT descends or enters,
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In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637; and
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O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
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