The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... woods imboft , 1700 That no fecond knows nor third , And lay ere while a holocauft , From out her afhy womb now teem'd , Revives , refiorifhes , then vigorous most When moft unactive deem'd , 1705 And though her body die , her fame ...
... woods imboft , 1700 That no fecond knows nor third , And lay ere while a holocauft , From out her afhy womb now teem'd , Revives , refiorifhes , then vigorous most When moft unactive deem'd , 1705 And though her body die , her fame ...
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... The flowery May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous May , that doft infpire Mirth and youth and warm defire ; VOL . III . H 5 Woods Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and.
... The flowery May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous May , that doft infpire Mirth and youth and warm defire ; VOL . III . H 5 Woods Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and.
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Samuel Johnson. Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and dale doth boast thy bleffing . Thus we falute thee with our early fong , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . X. ON SHAKESPEAR . 1630 . TO HAT needs my Shakespear for his ...
Samuel Johnson. Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and dale doth boast thy bleffing . Thus we falute thee with our early fong , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . X. ON SHAKESPEAR . 1630 . TO HAT needs my Shakespear for his ...
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... : Oft liftening how the hounds and horn Chearly roufe the slumbering morn , From the fide of fome hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing fhrill : 55 Some Some time walking not unfeen By hedge - row elms 102 MILTON'S POEMS .
... : Oft liftening how the hounds and horn Chearly roufe the slumbering morn , From the fide of fome hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing fhrill : 55 Some Some time walking not unfeen By hedge - row elms 102 MILTON'S POEMS .
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... wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed ...
... wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed ...
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Сторінка 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Сторінка 65 - 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 102 - 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. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Сторінка 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Сторінка 160 - 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 158 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Сторінка 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 159 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Сторінка 79 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Сторінка 106 - 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...