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... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
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... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he essay'd , and thrice in spite of ...
... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he essay'd , and thrice in spite of ...
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... stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? Where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction ; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence ...
... stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? Where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction ; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence ...
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... among the chief might offer now , Certain to be refused , what erst they fear'd ; And so refused might in opinion stand His kivuls , winning cheap the high repute , THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN MILTON . Leads him perplex'd 26 PARADISE LOST .
... among the chief might offer now , Certain to be refused , what erst they fear'd ; And so refused might in opinion stand His kivuls , winning cheap the high repute , THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN MILTON . Leads him perplex'd 26 PARADISE LOST .
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... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
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283 ÆäÀÌÁö - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd 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. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; 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, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
280 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus