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الصفحة xi
... thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar , sword ... Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel ...
... thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar , sword ... Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel ...
الصفحة xxv
... thou to Rome . " But the balance is redressed by the fact that the beauties of " Adonais " are mostly of the imitable sort , and those of " Lycidas " of the inimitable . Shelley's eloquence is even too splendid for elegy . It wants the ...
... thou to Rome . " But the balance is redressed by the fact that the beauties of " Adonais " are mostly of the imitable sort , and those of " Lycidas " of the inimitable . Shelley's eloquence is even too splendid for elegy . It wants the ...
الصفحة 1
... thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclept Euphrosyne , And by men heart - easing Mirth ; Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether ( as some sager sing ) The frolic ...
... thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclept Euphrosyne , And by men heart - easing Mirth ; Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether ( as some sager sing ) The frolic ...
الصفحة 6
... have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The 6 L'ALLEGRO .
... have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The 6 L'ALLEGRO .
الصفحة 7
... thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail , divinest Melancholy ! God of Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in ...
... thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail , divinest Melancholy ! God of Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in ...
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Adonais Æneid allusion ancient beauty Ben Jonson brother Browne called Cambridge character charm chastity Class Comus Contrast Corineus darkness daughter Dict Eclogue edition Elizabethan enchanter English epithet Estrildis Explain eyes fair fancy flowers genius goddess golden grace Greek Hales hath Heaven Il Penseroso imagination Jerram John Milton Jove Keightley L'Al L'Allegro Lady Landor Latin lines Locrine look up etymology Lord Brackley Lycidas masque Masson meaning Melancholy Milton mind mirth Monody mortal Muse nature Neptune night nymph Odyssey Paradise Lost passage pastoral poetry Penseroso perhaps phrase poem poet poetic prose quoted by Todd referring Robin Goodfellow Sabrina says Schmidt seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shepherd sing sister solemn song soul Spenser Spir spirit star supposed sweet thee Theocritus thou thought Thyrsis verb Verity verse Virgil Virtue Warton winds wood word youth
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الصفحة xi - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
الصفحة xlix - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
الصفحة 51 - And as he passes, turn And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. 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 eye-lids of the Morn...
الصفحة 54 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 55 - For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit's! the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 11 - 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.
الصفحة 7 - But hail, thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop Queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
الصفحة 4 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd 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.
الصفحة 8 - Such mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn 35 Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
الصفحة 54 - Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouths ! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have...