The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 |
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... arms against Cardinal Mazarine : but the go- pieces were communicated in manuscript to Mr. vernment suspecting him , set their instruments to Toland by a friend who a little after Milton's work so successfully , that in a few days they ...
... arms against Cardinal Mazarine : but the go- pieces were communicated in manuscript to Mr. vernment suspecting him , set their instruments to Toland by a friend who a little after Milton's work so successfully , that in a few days they ...
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... arms was had been visited by all foreigners of note , who read in the House , and Milton is not among them ; could not go out of the country without seeing a and on the 13th of September the House adjourn man who did so much honour to ...
... arms was had been visited by all foreigners of note , who read in the House , and Milton is not among them ; could not go out of the country without seeing a and on the 13th of September the House adjourn man who did so much honour to ...
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... arms ; but after he was confined by out spot or blemish , and at first view and a little age and blindness , he had a machine to swing in distance it was not easy to know that he was blind . for the preservation of his health . In his ...
... arms ; but after he was confined by out spot or blemish , and at first view and a little age and blindness , he had a machine to swing in distance it was not easy to know that he was blind . for the preservation of his health . In his ...
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... arms , he appears to have been a Calvinist ; but after- he was not inactive , and thought , I suppose , that wards he entertained a more favourable opinion he could be of more service to the cause by his pen of Arminius . Some have ...
... arms , he appears to have been a Calvinist ; but after- he was not inactive , and thought , I suppose , that wards he entertained a more favourable opinion he could be of more service to the cause by his pen of Arminius . Some have ...
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... arms ! Whate'er his pen describes I more than see , Whilst every verse array'd in majesty , Bold and sublime , my whole attention draws , And seems above the critic's nicer laws . How are you struck with terror and delight , When angel ...
... arms ! Whate'er his pen describes I more than see , Whilst every verse array'd in majesty , Bold and sublime , my whole attention draws , And seems above the critic's nicer laws . How are you struck with terror and delight , When angel ...
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Сторінка 162 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Сторінка 8 - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Сторінка 155 - I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, 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.
Сторінка 154 - Hard by a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Сторінка 158 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah; who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?
Сторінка 155 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshy nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Сторінка 154 - 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. 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Сторінка 162 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Сторінка 135 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, and what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Сторінка 153 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...