Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Том 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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... friends . Returned to London , he subsided into a schoolmaster ; nor did his works , for some time , dispel the mists which seemed to have gathered , early and dark , around his destiny . It was infamy which first made him famous in ...
... friends . Returned to London , he subsided into a schoolmaster ; nor did his works , for some time , dispel the mists which seemed to have gathered , early and dark , around his destiny . It was infamy which first made him famous in ...
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... friends , conquest , and realms : What rais'd Antipater1 the Edomite , And his son Herod placed on Judah's throne , Thy throne , but gold that got him puissant friends ? Therefore , if at great things thou wouldst arrive , Get riches ...
... friends , conquest , and realms : What rais'd Antipater1 the Edomite , And his son Herod placed on Judah's throne , Thy throne , but gold that got him puissant friends ? Therefore , if at great things thou wouldst arrive , Get riches ...
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... friends and equals of his tribe , which make the Chorus , who seek to comfort him what they can ; then by his old father Manoah , who endeavours the like , and withal tells him his purpose to procure his liberty by ransom ; lastly ...
... friends and equals of his tribe , which make the Chorus , who seek to comfort him what they can ; then by his old father Manoah , who endeavours the like , and withal tells him his purpose to procure his liberty by ransom ; lastly ...
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... Friends , revives me ; for I learn , Now of my own experience , not by talk , How counterfeit a coin they are who friends Bear in their superscription , ( of the most I would be understood ; ) in prosperous days They swarm , but in ...
... Friends , revives me ; for I learn , Now of my own experience , not by talk , How counterfeit a coin they are who friends Bear in their superscription , ( of the most I would be understood ; ) in prosperous days They swarm , but in ...
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... Friends , Am I not sung and proverb'd for a fool In every street ? do they not say , how well Are come upon him his deserts ? yet why ? Immeasurable strength they might behold In me , of wisdom nothing more than mean ; This with the ...
... Friends , Am I not sung and proverb'd for a fool In every street ? do they not say , how well Are come upon him his deserts ? yet why ? Immeasurable strength they might behold In me , of wisdom nothing more than mean ; This with the ...
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Сторінка 177 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Сторінка 166 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Сторінка 171 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Сторінка 164 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Сторінка 217 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our Wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Сторінка 172 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Сторінка 176 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Сторінка 167 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Сторінка 131 - Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Сторінка 175 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...