The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, 2±ÇH. G. Bohn, 1861 |
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... keep it , gain'd . Witness those ancient empires of the earth , In height of all their flowing wealth dissolved : But men endued with these have oft attain'd , In lowest poverty , to highest deeds ; Gideon , and Jephtha , and the ...
... keep it , gain'd . Witness those ancient empires of the earth , In height of all their flowing wealth dissolved : But men endued with these have oft attain'd , In lowest poverty , to highest deeds ; Gideon , and Jephtha , and the ...
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... keeps it so , What ruins kingdoms , and lays cities flat ; These only with our law best form a king . ¡± So spake the Son of God ; but Satan , now Quite at a loss ( for all his darts were spent ) , Thus to our Saviour , with stern brow ...
... keeps it so , What ruins kingdoms , and lays cities flat ; These only with our law best form a king . ¡± So spake the Son of God ; but Satan , now Quite at a loss ( for all his darts were spent ) , Thus to our Saviour , with stern brow ...
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... keep , But weakly to a woman must reveal it , O'ercome with importunity and tears . O impotence of mind , in body strong ! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom ? vast , unwieldy , burthensome , Proudly secure , yet ...
... keep , But weakly to a woman must reveal it , O'ercome with importunity and tears . O impotence of mind , in body strong ! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom ? vast , unwieldy , burthensome , Proudly secure , yet ...
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... keeping 1260 With no small profit daily to my owners . But come what will , my deadliest foe will prove My speediest friend , by death to rid me hence ; The worst that he can give , to me the best . Yet so it may fall out , because ...
... keeping 1260 With no small profit daily to my owners . But come what will , my deadliest foe will prove My speediest friend , by death to rid me hence ; The worst that he can give , to me the best . Yet so it may fall out , because ...
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... keep together here , lest , running thither , We , unawares , run into danger's mouth . This evil on the Philistines is fallen : From whom could else a general cry be heard ? The sufferers , then , will scarce molest us here K 2 SAMSON ...
... keep together here , lest , running thither , We , unawares , run into danger's mouth . This evil on the Philistines is fallen : From whom could else a general cry be heard ? The sufferers , then , will scarce molest us here K 2 SAMSON ...
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207 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
142 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.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; "Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
198 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-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.