Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill'd with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!
When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings.
But who is this, what thing of sea or land, Female of sex it seems, That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger.
O Elenor, weak woman, fill'd with woe!
Yet many a guest with wrath was fill'd
With mutual love are fill'd;
And by no causeless strife
Some life of men unblest
He knew, which made him droop, and fill'd his head.
The look of love alarms
Because 'tis fill'd with fire;
But the look of soft deceit
Shall Win the lover's hire.
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