The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, 2±ÇHilliard, Gray, 1838 |
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... give due audience , and attend . This second source of men , while yet but few And while the dread of judgment past remains Fresh in their minds , fearing the Deity , With some regard to what is just and right Shall lead their lives ...
... give due audience , and attend . This second source of men , while yet but few And while the dread of judgment past remains Fresh in their minds , fearing the Deity , With some regard to what is just and right Shall lead their lives ...
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... give thee thy death's wound ; Which he , who comes thy Saviour , shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works In thee and in thy seed : nor can this be , 370 bound ] Hume and Newton cite Virg . ¨¡n . i . 287 . ' Imperium Oceano ...
... give thee thy death's wound ; Which he , who comes thy Saviour , shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works In thee and in thy seed : nor can this be , 370 bound ] Hume and Newton cite Virg . ¨¡n . i . 287 . ' Imperium Oceano ...
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... give ' nearer . ' Several editions retain the error . Todd . 401 fellowship ] See Shakespeare's Rape of Lucrece . Aldine Po- ets , vol . xx . p . 128 . ' It easeth some , though none it ever cur'd , To think , their dolour others have ...
... give ' nearer . ' Several editions retain the error . Todd . 401 fellowship ] See Shakespeare's Rape of Lucrece . Aldine Po- ets , vol . xx . p . 128 . ' It easeth some , though none it ever cur'd , To think , their dolour others have ...
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... give thee in command What to the smallest tittle thou shalt say To thy adorers ; thou with trembling fear , Or like a fawning parasite , obey'st ; Then to thy self ascrib'st the truth foretold . But this thy glory shall be soon retrench ...
... give thee in command What to the smallest tittle thou shalt say To thy adorers ; thou with trembling fear , Or like a fawning parasite , obey'st ; Then to thy self ascrib'st the truth foretold . But this thy glory shall be soon retrench ...
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... give , thou seest . If of that power I bring thee voluntary 390 What I might have bestow'd on whom I pleas'd , 395 And rather opportunely in this place Chose to impart to thy apparent need , Why should'st thou not accept it ? but I see ...
... give , thou seest . If of that power I bring thee voluntary 390 What I might have bestow'd on whom I pleas'd , 395 And rather opportunely in this place Chose to impart to thy apparent need , Why should'st thou not accept it ? but I see ...
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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...