The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 |
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... round , Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed , That were an ignominy , and shame beneath This downfall ; since , by fate , the strength of gods As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames And this empyreal substance can not ...
... round , Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed , That were an ignominy , and shame beneath This downfall ; since , by fate , the strength of gods As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames And this empyreal substance can not ...
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... round ; and durst abide Jehovah thund'ring out of Sion , throned Between the Cherubim , yea , often placed They heard , and were abashed , and up they Within his sanctuary itself their shrines , sprung Upon the wing ; as when men wont ...
... round ; and durst abide Jehovah thund'ring out of Sion , throned Between the Cherubim , yea , often placed They heard , and were abashed , and up they Within his sanctuary itself their shrines , sprung Upon the wing ; as when men wont ...
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... round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of scorn , Tears , such as angels weep , burst forth ! at last Words , interwove with sighs , found out their way " O myriads of immortal ...
... round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of scorn , Tears , such as angels weep , burst forth ! at last Words , interwove with sighs , found out their way " O myriads of immortal ...
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... round illumined hell : highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war , Hurling defiance toward the vaults of heaven . There stood a hill not far , whose grisly top ...
... round illumined hell : highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war , Hurling defiance toward the vaults of heaven . There stood a hill not far , whose grisly top ...
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... round Ninefold ; and gates of burning adamant , Barred over us , prohibit all egress . These passed , if any pass , the void profound Of unessential Night receives him next , Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him ...
... round Ninefold ; and gates of burning adamant , Barred over us , prohibit all egress . These passed , if any pass , the void profound Of unessential Night receives him next , Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him ...
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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...
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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...