The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and CollinsJ.P. Lippincott & Company, 1860 |
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... stars , and from his sight received May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light , Beatitude past utterance ; on his right And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity , dwelt then in thee , Bright effluence of bright ...
... stars , and from his sight received May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light , Beatitude past utterance ; on his right And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity , dwelt then in thee , Bright effluence of bright ...
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... stars that shone , Stars distant , but nigh hand seemed other worlds ; Or other worlds they seemed , or happy isles , Like those Hesperean gardens famed of old , Fortunate fields , and groves , and flowery vales , Thrice happy isles ...
... stars that shone , Stars distant , but nigh hand seemed other worlds ; Or other worlds they seemed , or happy isles , Like those Hesperean gardens famed of old , Fortunate fields , and groves , and flowery vales , Thrice happy isles ...
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... stars Numberless , as thou seest , and how they move ; Each had his place appointed , each his course ; The rest in circuit walls this universe . Look downward on that globe , whose hither side With light from hence , though but ...
... stars Numberless , as thou seest , and how they move ; Each had his place appointed , each his course ; The rest in circuit walls this universe . Look downward on that globe , whose hither side With light from hence , though but ...
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... stars Hile their diminished heads ; to thee I call , But with no friendly voice , and add thy name , Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state 141 , how glorious once above thy sphere ...
... stars Hile their diminished heads ; to thee I call , But with no friendly voice , and add thy name , Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state 141 , how glorious once above thy sphere ...
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... stars that usher evening rose : When Satan , still in gaze , as first he stood , Scarce thus at length failed speech recovered sad . “ O hell ! what do mine eyes with grief behold ! Into our room of bliss thus high advanced Creatures of ...
... stars that usher evening rose : When Satan , still in gaze , as first he stood , Scarce thus at length failed speech recovered sad . “ O hell ! what do mine eyes with grief behold ! Into our room of bliss thus high advanced Creatures of ...
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angels arms art thou behold beneath blessed bliss boast book of Job bright charms clouds crown dark death deep delight divine Don Carlos dost dread earth Eclogue eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame give glorious glory gods grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven hell honour hope human immortal John Milton king labour light live Lord Lorenzo Lycidas lyre mankind mighty Milton mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost passion peace Pindar pleasure praise pride proud rage reign rise Rome round sacred Satan scene shade shine sight sing skies smile song soon soul spirit stars sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine things thought throne thunder truth virtue Voltaire winds wing wisdom wise wonder
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Сторінка 146 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Сторінка 148 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Сторінка 36 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Сторінка 23 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Сторінка 36 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Сторінка 37 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Сторінка 144 - 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 22 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Сторінка xxxii - Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Сторінка 130 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...