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 57
... Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always rul ' d With temperate sway ; oft have they
violated The temple , oft the law , with foul affronts , Abominations rather , as did
once Antiochus : And think ' st thou to regain Thy right , by sitting still , or thus
retiring ?
... Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always rul ' d With temperate sway ; oft have they
violated The temple , oft the law , with foul affronts , Abominations rather , as did
once Antiochus : And think ' st thou to regain Thy right , by sitting still , or thus
retiring ?
الصفحة 72
Satan again presents himself to our blessed Lord , und , from noticing the storm
of the preceding night as pointed chiefly at him , takes occasion once more to
insult him with an account of the sufferings which he was certainly to undergo .
Satan again presents himself to our blessed Lord , und , from noticing the storm
of the preceding night as pointed chiefly at him , takes occasion once more to
insult him with an account of the sufferings which he was certainly to undergo .
الصفحة 78
How gloriously : I shall , thou say ' st , expel A brutish monster ; what if I withal
Expel a Devil who first made him such ; Let his tormenter concience find him out ;
For him I was not sent ; nor yet to free That people , victor once , now vile and
base ...
How gloriously : I shall , thou say ' st , expel A brutish monster ; what if I withal
Expel a Devil who first made him such ; Let his tormenter concience find him out ;
For him I was not sent ; nor yet to free That people , victor once , now vile and
base ...
الصفحة 177
Y Et once more , O ye laurels , and once more Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never -
sere , I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude : And , with forc ' d fingers
rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint , and sad ...
Y Et once more , O ye laurels , and once more Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never -
sere , I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude : And , with forc ' d fingers
rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint , and sad ...
الصفحة 305
Once had the early matrons run To greet her of a lovely son , And now with
second hope she goes , And calls Lucina to her throes ; But , whether by
mischance or blame , Atropos for Lucina came ; And with remorseless cruelty
Spoil ' d at once ...
Once had the early matrons run To greet her of a lovely son , And now with
second hope she goes , And calls Lucina to her throes ; But , whether by
mischance or blame , Atropos for Lucina came ; And with remorseless cruelty
Spoil ' d at once ...
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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...