The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... doth breed , Thereby to fet the hearts of men on fire To fcorn the fordid world , and unto Heav'n aspire ? X. But oh why didst thou not stay here below To bless us with thy heav'n - lov'd innocence , To flake his wrath whom fin hath ...
... doth breed , Thereby to fet the hearts of men on fire To fcorn the fordid world , and unto Heav'n aspire ? X. But oh why didst thou not stay here below To bless us with thy heav'n - lov'd innocence , To flake his wrath whom fin hath ...
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... doth lie , Listening to what unfhorn Apollo fings To th ' touch of golden wires , while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly fire : Then paffing through the spheres of watchful fire , 40 And misty regions of wide air next under And ...
... doth lie , Listening to what unfhorn Apollo fings To th ' touch of golden wires , while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly fire : Then paffing through the spheres of watchful fire , 40 And misty regions of wide air next under And ...
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... doth force For once it was my difmal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , That far events full wifely could presage , And in time's long and dark prospective glass Forefaw what future days fhould bring to pass ; Your ...
... doth force For once it was my difmal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , That far events full wifely could presage , And in time's long and dark prospective glass Forefaw what future days fhould bring to pass ; Your ...
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... doth found ; Me fofter airs befit , and fofter strings Of lute , or viol ftill , more apt for mournful things . V. Befriend me , Night , beft patronefs of grief , Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , And work my flatter'd fancy to ...
... doth found ; Me fofter airs befit , and fofter strings Of lute , or viol ftill , more apt for mournful things . V. Befriend me , Night , beft patronefs of grief , Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , And work my flatter'd fancy to ...
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... doth my soul in holy vision fit In pensive trance , and anguish , and ecstatic fit . VII . Mine eye hath found that fad fepulchral rock That was the casket of Heav'n's richest store , And here though grief my feeble hands up - lock , 45 ...
... doth my soul in holy vision fit In pensive trance , and anguish , and ecstatic fit . VII . Mine eye hath found that fad fepulchral rock That was the casket of Heav'n's richest store , And here though grief my feeble hands up - lock , 45 ...
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Página 82 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 183 - 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.
Página 180 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Página 109 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Página 160 - 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...
Página 105 - 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.
Página 108 - 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...
Página 11 - Let us not break in upon him. O change beyond report, thought, or belief!
Página 104 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...