Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A Latin Epitaph ascribed to Milton with Cowper's opinion of it |
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الصفحة 125
Chorus . Desire of wine and all delicious drinks , Which many a famous warriour
overturns , Thou couldst repress ; nor did the dancing ruby Sparkling , out - pour '
d , the flavour , or the smell , Or taste that cheers the heart of Gods and Men ...
Chorus . Desire of wine and all delicious drinks , Which many a famous warriour
overturns , Thou couldst repress ; nor did the dancing ruby Sparkling , out - pour '
d , the flavour , or the smell , Or taste that cheers the heart of Gods and Men ...
الصفحة 143
Chorus . She ' s gone , a manifest serpent by her sting Discover ' d in the end , till
now conceald . Samson . So let her go ; God sent her to debase me , And
aggravate my folly , who committed To such a viper his most sacred trust Of
secresy ...
Chorus . She ' s gone , a manifest serpent by her sting Discover ' d in the end , till
now conceald . Samson . So let her go ; God sent her to debase me , And
aggravate my folly , who committed To such a viper his most sacred trust Of
secresy ...
الصفحة 161
Chorus . That hope would much rejcice us to partake . . With thee ; say , reverend
Sire , we thirst to hear . Manoah . I have attempted one by one the lords Either at
home , or through the high street passing , With supplication prone and father ' s ...
Chorus . That hope would much rejcice us to partake . . With thee ; say , reverend
Sire , we thirst to hear . Manoah . I have attempted one by one the lords Either at
home , or through the high street passing , With supplication prone and father ' s ...
الصفحة 163
Chorus . Noise call you it , or universal groan , As if the whole inhabitation perish '
d ! Blood , death , and deathful deeds , are in that noise , Ruin , destruction at the
utmost point . Manoah . Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise : Oh ! it ...
Chorus . Noise call you it , or universal groan , As if the whole inhabitation perish '
d ! Blood , death , and deathful deeds , are in that noise , Ruin , destruction at the
utmost point . Manoah . Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise : Oh ! it ...
الصفحة 164
Chorus . Yet God hath wrought things as incredible For his people of old : what
hinders now ? ' Manoah . He can , I know , but doubt to think he will . ; Yet hope
would fain subscribe , and tempts belief . A little stay will bring some notice hither
.
Chorus . Yet God hath wrought things as incredible For his people of old : what
hinders now ? ' Manoah . He can , I know , but doubt to think he will . ; Yet hope
would fain subscribe , and tempts belief . A little stay will bring some notice hither
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Angels appear arms begin BOOK bring Brother brought cause Chorus comes dark death deeds deep delight divine doth earth enemies eyes fair fall fame father fear foes give glory Gods hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold holy honour hope keep king Lady land leave less light live look Lord lost Manoah means Milton mind morn mortal never night once peace praise present pure rest rise round Samson Satan seat seek shades shalt side sight sing song sons soon soul Spirit stand stood strength sweet tell thee things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Till translated true truth virgin virtue voice winds wings wise wonder wood
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الصفحة 182 - 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 200 - 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 192 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
الصفحة 197 - There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast, Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet ; 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 soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation...
الصفحة 178 - Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
الصفحة 190 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
الصفحة 188 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 252 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
الصفحة 183 - 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 hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 220 - In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers, when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines...