The poetical works John Milton. Repr., with memoir, notes, &c, Issue 4771873 |
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... thee he spy'd from far ; There ended was his quest , there ceased his care . Down he descended from his snow - soft ... thee Winter had no power ! V. Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead , Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark ...
... thee he spy'd from far ; There ended was his quest , there ceased his care . Down he descended from his snow - soft ... thee Winter had no power ! V. Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead , Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark ...
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... thee , and thy pardon ask , That now I use thee in my latter task : Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee , I know my tongue but little grace can do thee : Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first , Believe me I have thither ...
... thee , and thy pardon ask , That now I use thee in my latter task : Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee , I know my tongue but little grace can do thee : Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first , Believe me I have thither ...
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... thee , and wish thee long . AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF . WINCHESTER . ' THIS rich marble doth inter The honour'd wife of Winchester , A Viscount's daughter , an Earl's heir , Besides what her virtues fair 1 This lady was the wife ...
... thee , and wish thee long . AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF . WINCHESTER . ' THIS rich marble doth inter The honour'd wife of Winchester , A Viscount's daughter , an Earl's heir , Besides what her virtues fair 1 This lady was the wife ...
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... thee in Helicon , And some flowers , and some bays , For thy hearse , to strew the ways , Sent thee from the banks of Came , Devoted to thy virtuous name ; Whilst thou , bright Saint , high sitt'st in glory , Next her , much like to ...
... thee in Helicon , And some flowers , and some bays , For thy hearse , to strew the ways , Sent thee from the banks of Came , Devoted to thy virtuous name ; Whilst thou , bright Saint , high sitt'st in glory , Next her , much like to ...
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... thee a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest , and youthful Jollity , Quips , and Cranks , and wanton Wiles , Nods , and Becks , and wreathèd Smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's ...
... thee a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest , and youthful Jollity , Quips , and Cranks , and wanton Wiles , Nods , and Becks , and wreathèd Smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's ...
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Page 482 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 68 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page xiii - I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and, being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself ; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of...
Page 22 - Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight : While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 66 - 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, 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.
Page 175 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 67 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 70 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 160 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 268 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...