The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, 2±ÇHilliard, Gray, 1838 |
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... appear'd In Dothan , cover'd with a camp of fire , 210 215 Against the Syrian king , who to surprise One man assassin - like had levied war , War unproclaim'd . The princely hierarch 220 In their bright stand there left his powers to ...
... appear'd In Dothan , cover'd with a camp of fire , 210 215 Against the Syrian king , who to surprise One man assassin - like had levied war , War unproclaim'd . The princely hierarch 220 In their bright stand there left his powers to ...
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... appear and desolate , Nor knowing us nor known ; and if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of him who all things can , I would not cease ¥Ó¥ï weary him with my assiduous cries . But prayer against his absolute decree No ...
... appear and desolate , Nor knowing us nor known ; and if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of him who all things can , I would not cease ¥Ó¥ï weary him with my assiduous cries . But prayer against his absolute decree No ...
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... appear ; that thou may'st know 475 What misery th ' inabstinence of Eve Shall bring on men . Immediately a place 467 many shapes ] Compare A. Rams©¡i Poem . Sacr . vol . i . p . 61 . O quot millia mittent Rupis inaccess©¡ pr©¡rupta ...
... appear ; that thou may'st know 475 What misery th ' inabstinence of Eve Shall bring on men . Immediately a place 467 many shapes ] Compare A. Rams©¡i Poem . Sacr . vol . i . p . 61 . O quot millia mittent Rupis inaccess©¡ pr©¡rupta ...
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With Notes and a Life of the Author John Milton. Before his eyes appear'd , sad , noisome , dark ; A lazar - house it seem'd , wherein were laid Numbers of all diseas'd ; all maladies Of ghastly spasm , or racking torture , qualms Of ...
With Notes and a Life of the Author John Milton. Before his eyes appear'd , sad , noisome , dark ; A lazar - house it seem'd , wherein were laid Numbers of all diseas'd ; all maladies Of ghastly spasm , or racking torture , qualms Of ...
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... appear'd ; then all in heat They light the nuptial torch , and bid invoke Hymen , then first to marriage rites invok'd ; With feast and music all the tents resound . Such happy interview and fair event 580 586 590 595 Of love and youth ...
... appear'd ; then all in heat They light the nuptial torch , and bid invoke Hymen , then first to marriage rites invok'd ; With feast and music all the tents resound . Such happy interview and fair event 580 586 590 595 Of love and youth ...
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287 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
275 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
284 ÆäÀÌÁö - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
274 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ' How well could I have spared for thee young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...