Comus: A Mask: Presented at Ludlow Castle 1634, Before the Earl of Bridgewater, Then President of WalesT. Bensley, 1799 - 124 страница |
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... language like the Mask of Comus . TOLAND . Milton's Juvenile Poems are so no otherwise , than as they were written in his younger years ; for their dignity and excellence they are sufficient to have set him among the most celebrated of ...
... language like the Mask of Comus . TOLAND . Milton's Juvenile Poems are so no otherwise , than as they were written in his younger years ; for their dignity and excellence they are sufficient to have set him among the most celebrated of ...
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... language ; it exhibits likewise his power of de- scription and his vigour of sentiment , employed in the praise and defence of virtue . A work more truly poetical is rarely found ; allusions , images , and descriptive epithets ...
... language ; it exhibits likewise his power of de- scription and his vigour of sentiment , employed in the praise and defence of virtue . A work more truly poetical is rarely found ; allusions , images , and descriptive epithets ...
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... language is poetical , and the sentiments are generous ; but there is some- thing wanting to allure attention . The dispute between the Lady and Comus is the most animated and affecting scene of the dra- ma , and wants nothing but a ...
... language is poetical , and the sentiments are generous ; but there is some- thing wanting to allure attention . The dispute between the Lady and Comus is the most animated and affecting scene of the dra- ma , and wants nothing but a ...
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... language too luxuriant for dialogue . It is a drama in the epic style , inelegantly splendid , and tediously instructive . JOHNSON . Milton's Comus is , I think , one of the finest productions of modern times ; and I don't know whether ...
... language too luxuriant for dialogue . It is a drama in the epic style , inelegantly splendid , and tediously instructive . JOHNSON . Milton's Comus is , I think , one of the finest productions of modern times ; and I don't know whether ...
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... language , that Homer made of the Greek in his time ; and to say , that Milton's language is the language of the gods ; whereas we of this age speak and write the lan- guage of mere mortal men . If the Comus was to be properly ...
... language , that Homer made of the Greek in his time ; and to say , that Milton's language is the language of the gods ; whereas we of this age speak and write the lan- guage of mere mortal men . If the Comus was to be properly ...
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afterwards ancient arms beautiful Bishop Bishop of Worcester Brothers charm Chastity Circe comedy Comus court dance darkness daughter delight doth Dovaston's drama Duke Earl Edward enchanter English fair fear George Peele goddess golden hall haste hath heav'n Henry VII Hist Hodges's honour Jove king L'ALLEGRO lady Lord President Lord Rivers Ludlow Castle Ludlow Town magician Marches of Wales Mask Masque melancholy Meroe Milton moral night nobility nymph o'er Old Wiues Paradise Lost perhaps play pleasure poem poetical poetry poets pow'r praise President of Wales Prince Prince Potemkin queen reign rhyming Richard Roger de Montgomery SABRINA says scene shades Shakspeare Shakspeare's shepherd shew Sidney State Papers sing Sir Harry Sir Henry Sidney sister song soon soul Spir Spirit swain sweet tale taste thee thou three merrie Thyrsis towers verse virgin Virtue WARTON Welsh William wood youth
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Страница 117 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Страница 118 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Страница 122 - 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 hallow'd haunt.
Страница 84 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance: Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have.
Страница 88 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.
Страница 121 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else, great bards beside, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung; Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Страница 119 - And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Страница 53 - Of some chaste footing near about this ground. Run to your shrouds within these brakes and trees ; Our number may affright. Some virgin sure (For so I can distinguish by...
Страница 67 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Страница 121 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...