The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 5Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet truth to say , I oft have heard men wonder Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather Than of thine own tribe fairer , or as fair , At least of thy own nation , and as noble . 205 210 215 ...
... hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet truth to say , I oft have heard men wonder Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather Than of thine own tribe fairer , or as fair , At least of thy own nation , and as noble . 205 210 215 ...
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... hast lost thou least shalt miss . SAMS . No , no , of my condition take no care ; It fits not ; thou and I long fince are twain : Nor think me fo unwary or accurs'd , To bring my feet again into the fnare 930 Where once I have been ...
... hast lost thou least shalt miss . SAMS . No , no , of my condition take no care ; It fits not ; thou and I long fince are twain : Nor think me fo unwary or accurs'd , To bring my feet again into the fnare 930 Where once I have been ...
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... hast put , 30 Than when a year of glut Their ftores doth over - cloy , And from their plenteous grounds 35 With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds . In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep , For thou alone doft keep Me ...
... hast put , 30 Than when a year of glut Their ftores doth over - cloy , And from their plenteous grounds 35 With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds . In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep , For thou alone doft keep Me ...
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... hast set : 10 In the pure firmament , then faith my heart , O what is man that thou remembrest yet , And think'ft upon him ; or of man begot , That him thou vifit'ft , and of him art found ? Scarce to be lefs than Gods , thou mad'ft his ...
... hast set : 10 In the pure firmament , then faith my heart , O what is man that thou remembrest yet , And think'ft upon him ; or of man begot , That him thou vifit'ft , and of him art found ? Scarce to be lefs than Gods , thou mad'ft his ...
الصفحة 196
... divine , O God of Hofts , vouchsafe ; Cause thou thy face on us to fhine , And then we shall be safe . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 * Gnorera . Gnashanta . Shalih . Filgnagu . 8 A vine 3 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought , Thy 196 MILTON'S POEMS .
... divine , O God of Hofts , vouchsafe ; Cause thou thy face on us to fhine , And then we shall be safe . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 * Gnorera . Gnashanta . Shalih . Filgnagu . 8 A vine 3 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought , Thy 196 MILTON'S POEMS .
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الصفحة 95 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
الصفحة 143 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; 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 95 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 87 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 142 - 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 143 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
الصفحة 96 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 141 - 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 99 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
الصفحة 74 - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.