The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... earth unparallel'd ! 165 The rarer thy example stands , By how much from the top of wondrous glory , Strongest of mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n . For him I reckon not in high estate 170 Whom long defcent ...
... earth unparallel'd ! 165 The rarer thy example stands , By how much from the top of wondrous glory , Strongest of mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n . For him I reckon not in high estate 170 Whom long defcent ...
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... earth , Univerfally crown'd with highest praises . 175 SAMS . I hear the found of words , their fenfe the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He speaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ...
... earth , Univerfally crown'd with highest praises . 175 SAMS . I hear the found of words , their fenfe the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He speaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ...
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... earth , th ' oppreffor , The brute and boisterous force of violent men Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power , but raging to purfue The righteous and all fuch as honor truth ; He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats ...
... earth , th ' oppreffor , The brute and boisterous force of violent men Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power , but raging to purfue The righteous and all fuch as honor truth ; He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats ...
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... that thy corfe corrupts in earth's dark womb , 39 Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low delved tomb ; Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom ? Oh 1 ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT . Oh no 92 MILTON'S POEMS .
... that thy corfe corrupts in earth's dark womb , 39 Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low delved tomb ; Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom ? Oh 1 ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT . Oh no 92 MILTON'S POEMS .
الصفحة 73
... earth's fons befiege the wall Of theeny Heav'n , and thou fome Goddefs fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head ? VIII . Or wert thou that just Maid who once before Forfook the hated earth , O tell me footh , 40 . 45 50 And ...
... earth's fons befiege the wall Of theeny Heav'n , and thou fome Goddefs fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head ? VIII . Or wert thou that just Maid who once before Forfook the hated earth , O tell me footh , 40 . 45 50 And ...
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الصفحة 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
الصفحة 65 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
الصفحة 102 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched 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. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
الصفحة 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
الصفحة 160 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
الصفحة 158 - 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 eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
الصفحة 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
الصفحة 159 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
الصفحة 79 - 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 kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
الصفحة 106 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...