Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education1747 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 14
الصفحة 175
... heard in Tale or Song , From old or modern Bard , in Hall or Bow'r . Bacchus , that first from out the purple Grape Crusht the sweet poison of mis - ufed Wine , After the Tufcan Mariners transform'd , Coafting the Tyrrbene fhore , as ...
... heard in Tale or Song , From old or modern Bard , in Hall or Bow'r . Bacchus , that first from out the purple Grape Crusht the sweet poison of mis - ufed Wine , After the Tufcan Mariners transform'd , Coafting the Tyrrbene fhore , as ...
الصفحة 181
... heard fartheft I'll venture , for my new enliven'd spirits Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off . SONG . SWEET Echo , Sweetest Nymph , that liv'ft unseen Within thy airy shell , By flow Meander's margent green , And in the ...
... heard fartheft I'll venture , for my new enliven'd spirits Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off . SONG . SWEET Echo , Sweetest Nymph , that liv'ft unseen Within thy airy shell , By flow Meander's margent green , And in the ...
الصفحة 182
... heard My Mother Circe with the Sirens three , Amidst the flow'ry - kirtled Naiades , Culling their potent herbs , and baleful drugs , Who , as they fung , would take the prifon'd Soul , And lap it in Elyfium ; Scylla wept , And chid her ...
... heard My Mother Circe with the Sirens three , Amidst the flow'ry - kirtled Naiades , Culling their potent herbs , and baleful drugs , Who , as they fung , would take the prifon'd Soul , And lap it in Elyfium ; Scylla wept , And chid her ...
الصفحة 191
... heard to howl Like ftabled Wolves , or Tigers at their prey , Doing abhorred rites to Hecate In their obfcured haunts of in most bowers . Yet have they many baits , and guileful spells To inveigle and invite th ' unwary fenfe Of them ...
... heard to howl Like ftabled Wolves , or Tigers at their prey , Doing abhorred rites to Hecate In their obfcured haunts of in most bowers . Yet have they many baits , and guileful spells To inveigle and invite th ' unwary fenfe Of them ...
الصفحة 211
... heard the World around , The idle fpear and fhield were high up hung , The hooked Chariot stood Unftain'd with hoftile blood , The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And Kings fat ftill with awful eye , As if they furely knew their ...
... heard the World around , The idle fpear and fhield were high up hung , The hooked Chariot stood Unftain'd with hoftile blood , The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And Kings fat ftill with awful eye , As if they furely knew their ...
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...