The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 |
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... hast said much of Paradise classic ; and the Paradise Lost is generally esteem- Lost , but what hast thou to say of Paradise ed the noblest and most sublime of modern poems , Found ? He made me no answer , but sat some and equal at ...
... hast said much of Paradise classic ; and the Paradise Lost is generally esteem- Lost , but what hast thou to say of Paradise ed the noblest and most sublime of modern poems , Found ? He made me no answer , but sat some and equal at ...
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... hast not missed one thought that could be fit , And all that was improper dost omit : So that no room is here for writers left , But to detect their ignorance or theft . That majesty , which through thy work doth reign , Draws the ...
... hast not missed one thought that could be fit , And all that was improper dost omit : So that no room is here for writers left , But to detect their ignorance or theft . That majesty , which through thy work doth reign , Draws the ...
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... Hast thou forgotten me then , and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? once deemed so fair In Heaven , when at the assembly , and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King , All on a ...
... Hast thou forgotten me then , and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? once deemed so fair In Heaven , when at the assembly , and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King , All on a ...
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... hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be questioned and blasphemed without defence . " To whom the great Creator thus replied , " O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My ...
... hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be questioned and blasphemed without defence . " To whom the great Creator thus replied , " O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My ...
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... hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever : by thee I live . Shall satisfy for man , be judged and die , And dying rise , and rising with him raise His brethren , ransomed with his own dear life . So heavenly love shall outdo ...
... hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever : by thee I live . Shall satisfy for man , be judged and die , And dying rise , and rising with him raise His brethren , ransomed with his own dear life . So heavenly love shall outdo ...
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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...