The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... to honour ? no , But trouble , as Old Simeon plain foretold , That to the fall and rising he should be Of many in Israel , and to a sign Spoken against , that through my very soul A sword Book 2 . 159 PARADISE REGAINED .
... to honour ? no , But trouble , as Old Simeon plain foretold , That to the fall and rising he should be Of many in Israel , and to a sign Spoken against , that through my very soul A sword Book 2 . 159 PARADISE REGAINED .
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With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. Spoken against , that through my very soul A sword shall pierce : this is my favour'd lot , My exaltation to afflictions high ; Afflicted I may be , it seems , and bless'd ; I will not argue ...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. Spoken against , that through my very soul A sword shall pierce : this is my favour'd lot , My exaltation to afflictions high ; Afflicted I may be , it seems , and bless'd ; I will not argue ...
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... soul , Governs the inner man , the nobler part ; That other o'er the body only reigns , And oft by force , which , to a generous mind , So reigning , can be no sincere delight . Besides , to give a kingdom hath been thought Greater and ...
... soul , Governs the inner man , the nobler part ; That other o'er the body only reigns , And oft by force , which , to a generous mind , So reigning , can be no sincere delight . Besides , to give a kingdom hath been thought Greater and ...
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... reason ; since his Word all things produc'd , Though chiefly not for glory as prime end , But to show forth his goodness , and impart His good communicable to every soul Freely ; of whom 178 Book 3 . PARADISE REGAINED .
... reason ; since his Word all things produc'd , Though chiefly not for glory as prime end , But to show forth his goodness , and impart His good communicable to every soul Freely ; of whom 178 Book 3 . PARADISE REGAINED .
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With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. His good communicable to every soul Freely ; of whom what could he less expect Than glory ' and benediction , that is , thanks , The slightest , easiest , readiest recompense From them who could ...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. His good communicable to every soul Freely ; of whom what could he less expect Than glory ' and benediction , that is , thanks , The slightest , easiest , readiest recompense From them who could ...
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Angels Aubrey biographers Burtas called Christ's College Comus copies Cromwell dark daughter death delight divine doth earth edition Edward Phillips eyes fair fame father fear give glory Godw Godwin hand hath hear heard Heaven honour ibid Jesus John John Milton Johnson king kingdom Lady Latin live long parliament Lord Lord Brackley Lycidas Milton mortal never night Nymphs o'er Ovid Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED Parthian Phillips poem poet poetry praise Prophet published puritans racter readers reign replied Salmasius Satan Saviour says shades shalt shepherd sing Smectymnuus Son of God song soon soul spake spirit suppose sweet taught tell Tempter thee thence things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion Todd told verses virgin virtue voice Warton wife wood words
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Страница 259 - 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.
Страница 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Страница 265 - 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.
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Страница 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Страница 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Страница 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Страница 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Страница 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.