Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education1747 |
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الصفحة 177
... hath Night to do with fleep ? Night hath better sweets to prove ; Venus now wakes , and wakens Love . Come , let us our rites begin ; ' Tis only day - light that makes Sin , 15- Which Which these dun fhades will ne'er report . Hail ...
... hath Night to do with fleep ? Night hath better sweets to prove ; Venus now wakes , and wakens Love . Come , let us our rites begin ; ' Tis only day - light that makes Sin , 15- Which Which these dun fhades will ne'er report . Hail ...
الصفحة 179
... Hath met the virtue of this Magic dust , I shall appear fome harmless Villager , Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear . But here she comes , I fairly ftep afide And hearken , if I may , her business here . The Lady Enters . This ...
... Hath met the virtue of this Magic dust , I shall appear fome harmless Villager , Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear . But here she comes , I fairly ftep afide And hearken , if I may , her business here . The Lady Enters . This ...
الصفحة 183
... hath bereft you thus ? La . Dim darkness , and this leafy Labyrinth . Co.Could that divide you from near - ufhering guides ? La . They left me weary on a graffie turf . Co. By falfhood , or difcourtesie , or why ? La . To feek i'th ...
... hath bereft you thus ? La . Dim darkness , and this leafy Labyrinth . Co.Could that divide you from near - ufhering guides ? La . They left me weary on a graffie turf . Co. By falfhood , or difcourtesie , or why ? La . To feek i'th ...
الصفحة 188
... Hath hurtful power o'er true Virginity . Do ye believe me yet , or fhall I call Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece , To teftifie the arms of Chastity ? Hence had the huntress Diana her dread bow , Fair filver - fhafted Queen , for ...
... Hath hurtful power o'er true Virginity . Do ye believe me yet , or fhall I call Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece , To teftifie the arms of Chastity ? Hence had the huntress Diana her dread bow , Fair filver - fhafted Queen , for ...
الصفحة 190
... hath any ram Slipt from the fold or young Kid loft his dam , Or ftraggling Weather the pent flock forfook ? How could'st thou find this dark fequefter'd nook ? Spir . O my lov'd Master's heir , and his next joy , I came not here on fuch ...
... hath any ram Slipt from the fold or young Kid loft his dam , Or ftraggling Weather the pent flock forfook ? How could'st thou find this dark fequefter'd nook ? Spir . O my lov'd Master's heir , and his next joy , I came not here on fuch ...
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 367 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
الصفحة 212 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame...
الصفحة 234 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
الصفحة 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
الصفحة 210 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light...
الصفحة 211 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began; The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
الصفحة 189 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it, by degrees, to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
الصفحة 235 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
الصفحة 211 - 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.
الصفحة 240 - Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May ; Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love ; O if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate...