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... Lord Brackley , son and heir- apparent to the Earl of Bridgewater , etc. MY LORD , -This Poem , which received its first occasion The of birth from yourself and others of your noble family , occasion and much honour from your own person ...
... Lord Brackley , son and heir- apparent to the Earl of Bridgewater , etc. MY LORD , -This Poem , which received its first occasion The of birth from yourself and others of your noble family , occasion and much honour from your own person ...
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... Lord Brackley ; Mr. Thomas Egerton , his Brother The Lady Alice Egerton . ; ( This list of the Persons , etc. , appeared in the Edition of 1645 , but was omitted in that of 1673. ) I COMUS The first Scene discovers a wild wood The ...
... Lord Brackley ; Mr. Thomas Egerton , his Brother The Lady Alice Egerton . ; ( This list of the Persons , etc. , appeared in the Edition of 1645 , but was omitted in that of 1673. ) I COMUS The first Scene discovers a wild wood The ...
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amorous ancient Angels arms Asmodai aught behold Bocchus canst captive Chor Comus Dagon dark David's throne death deeds delight didst divine dost doth Earth enemies fair fame father fear feast foes friends Gath glory gods hand hath hear heard Heaven holy honour hunger Israel JOHN MILTON king kingdom Lady light lingua ignota live Lord Lord Brackley Lycidas Meroë mihi morn mortal Muse never night numbers numina Nymphs o'er once PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines poem praise Prophet Psalm quæ reign round Sams Samson SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seek shades shame shepherd sing Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sung sweet Tarpeian rock Tempter thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself tibi truth virgin virtue wilderness wilt winds wings wood youth
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Page 127 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 204 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Page 204 - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me...
Page 145 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace high triumphs hold. 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.
Page 146 - 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
Page 144 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade...
Page 143 - Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Page 144 - 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.
Page 124 - With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 148 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy evensong ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.