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... wings display'd , Harping , in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born heir . " Such music , as ' tis said , Before was never made , But when of old the sons of morning sung ; While the Creator great His ...
... wings display'd , Harping , in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born heir . " Such music , as ' tis said , Before was never made , But when of old the sons of morning sung ; While the Creator great His ...
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... wing , and , to the relique of eight verses , is appended the following affecting note : - " This subject being above the years he had when he wrote it , and nothing satisfied with what was begun , he left it unfinished . " The little ...
... wing , and , to the relique of eight verses , is appended the following affecting note : - " This subject being above the years he had when he wrote it , and nothing satisfied with what was begun , he left it unfinished . " The little ...
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... wings , in airy stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eyelids laid . -And , as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good , Or the unseen genius of the wood . But let ...
... wings , in airy stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eyelids laid . -And , as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good , Or the unseen genius of the wood . But let ...
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... wings , That , in the various bustle of resort , Were all - to ruffled , and sometimes impaired . He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i ' the centre , and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul and foul ...
... wings , That , in the various bustle of resort , Were all - to ruffled , and sometimes impaired . He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i ' the centre , and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul and foul ...
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... wings , and fed on manna , " could neither have condescended to the frivoli- ties , nor run riot in the extravagances of romance . He could neither have followed the volatile and fantastic Ari- osto , the graceful and voluptuous Tasso ...
... wings , and fed on manna , " could neither have condescended to the frivoli- ties , nor run riot in the extravagances of romance . He could neither have followed the volatile and fantastic Ari- osto , the graceful and voluptuous Tasso ...
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Adam aëre agni amorous angels arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father fear flowers fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour ipse Israel JOHN MILTON King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi morn mortal night numina o'er PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines praise quæ reign return'd round Samson Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Страница 205 - 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.
Страница 86 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Страница 215 - 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.
Страница xxiv - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Страница 115 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Страница 208 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Страница 155 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Страница 26 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Страница 86 - Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Страница 238 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.