Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several OccasionsJ. Baskerville, 1759 - 390 стор. |
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... O'er - shadow her : this man born and now up - grown , To fhew him worthy of his birth divine And high prediction , henceforth I expose To Satan ; let him tempt and now assay His utmost subtlety , because he boasts 140 And vaunts of his ...
... O'er - shadow her : this man born and now up - grown , To fhew him worthy of his birth divine And high prediction , henceforth I expose To Satan ; let him tempt and now assay His utmost subtlety , because he boasts 140 And vaunts of his ...
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... o'er all the earth Brute violence and proud tyrannic power , Till truth were freed , and equity restor❜d : Yet held it more humane , more heav'nly first By winning words to conquer willing hearts , And make persuasion do the work of ...
... o'er all the earth Brute violence and proud tyrannic power , Till truth were freed , and equity restor❜d : Yet held it more humane , more heav'nly first By winning words to conquer willing hearts , And make persuasion do the work of ...
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... o'er the body only reigns , And oft by force , which to a generous mind So reigning can be no fincere delight . Besides to give a kingdom hath been thought Greater and nobler done , and to lay down Far more magnanimous , than to assume ...
... o'er the body only reigns , And oft by force , which to a generous mind So reigning can be no fincere delight . Besides to give a kingdom hath been thought Greater and nobler done , and to lay down Far more magnanimous , than to assume ...
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... o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd , That by ftrong hand his family obtain'd , Tho ' priests , the crown , and David's throne ufurp'd , With Modin and her fuburbs once content . 170 If kingdom move thee not , let move thee zeal And ...
... o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd , That by ftrong hand his family obtain'd , Tho ' priests , the crown , and David's throne ufurp'd , With Modin and her fuburbs once content . 170 If kingdom move thee not , let move thee zeal And ...
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... o'er hill and dale , Forest and field and flood , temples and towers , Cut shorter many a league ; here thou behold'st Affyria and her empire's ancient bounds , 270 Araxes 275 Araxes and the Caspian lake , thence on As 56 PARADISE ...
... o'er hill and dale , Forest and field and flood , temples and towers , Cut shorter many a league ; here thou behold'st Affyria and her empire's ancient bounds , 270 Araxes 275 Araxes and the Caspian lake , thence on As 56 PARADISE ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Повний перегляд - 1713 |
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Сторінка 200 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Сторінка 166 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Сторінка 173 - The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify...
Сторінка 264 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Сторінка 192 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Сторінка 253 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Сторінка 250 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Сторінка 196 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Сторінка 193 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Сторінка 250 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.