The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 |
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Strana vii
... sense so proper to be given to the following verses in Lycidas . 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 ...
... sense so proper to be given to the following verses in Lycidas . 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 ...
Strana xxiii
... sense setting forth the virtues and merits of that prince and manly eloquence of the other . This poem He wrote also a brief History of Muscovy , coi- has also been translated into French , together lected from the relations of several ...
... sense setting forth the virtues and merits of that prince and manly eloquence of the other . This poem He wrote also a brief History of Muscovy , coi- has also been translated into French , together lected from the relations of several ...
Strana xxv
... sense of his own merits , and con- till six , when his friends came to visit him and sat tempt enough for his adversaries . with him perhaps till eight ; then he went down to His merits indeed were singular ; for he was supper , which ...
... sense of his own merits , and con- till six , when his friends came to visit him and sat tempt enough for his adversaries . with him perhaps till eight ; then he went down to His merits indeed were singular ; for he was supper , which ...
Strana xxx
... sense secure ; While the Town - Bays writes all the while ard spells , And , like a pack - horse , tires without his bells : Their fancies like our bushy points appear ; The poets tag them , we for fashion wear . I too , transported by ...
... sense secure ; While the Town - Bays writes all the while ard spells , And , like a pack - horse , tires without his bells : Their fancies like our bushy points appear ; The poets tag them , we for fashion wear . I too , transported by ...
Strana xxxi
... sense , Creative fancy , and inspection keen Through the deep windings of the human heart , Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast ? Is not each great , each amiable , Muse Of classic ages in thy MILTON met ? A genius universal ...
... sense , Creative fancy , and inspection keen Through the deep windings of the human heart , Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast ? Is not each great , each amiable , Muse Of classic ages in thy MILTON met ? A genius universal ...
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angels arms art thou behold beneath blessed bliss boast book of Job bright charms clouds crown Dagon dark death deep delight divine Don Carlos dost dread earth Eclogue eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame give glorious glory gods grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven hell honour hope human immortal king labour light live Lord Lorenzo Lycidas lyre mankind mighty Milton mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost passion peace Pindar pleasure praise pride proud rage reign rise Rome round sacred Satan scene shade shine sight skies smile Son of God song soon soul spirit stars sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine things thought throne thunder truth virtue Voltaire winds wing wisdom wise wonder
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Strana 162 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Strana 8 - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Strana 155 - I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Strana 154 - Hard by a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Strana 158 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah; who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?
Strana 155 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshy nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Strana 154 - 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. 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Strana 162 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Strana 135 - 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.
Strana 153 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...