Milton & His PoetryGeorge G. Harrap & Company, 1912 - 184 Seiten |
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... Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled hosts keep watch in squadrons bright ? IV See , how from far , upon the eastern road , The star - led wisards haste with odours sweet ! Oh , run , prevent them with thy ...
... Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled hosts keep watch in squadrons bright ? IV See , how from far , upon the eastern road , The star - led wisards haste with odours sweet ! Oh , run , prevent them with thy ...
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... hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmèd wave . VI The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fixed in stedfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence ; And will not take their flight , For all the ...
... hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmèd wave . VI The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fixed in stedfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence ; And will not take their flight , For all the ...
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... Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals ' ring They call the grisly king , In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast , 7 Isis and Orus , 8 and the dog Anubis ...
... Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals ' ring They call the grisly king , In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast , 7 Isis and Orus , 8 and the dog Anubis ...
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... Hath laid her Babe to rest ! Time is our tedious song should here have ending ; Heav'n's youngest teemèd star Hath fixed her polished car , Her sleeping Lord with handmaid - lamp attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright ...
... Hath laid her Babe to rest ! Time is our tedious song should here have ending ; Heav'n's youngest teemèd star Hath fixed her polished car , Her sleeping Lord with handmaid - lamp attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright ...
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... hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , Stol'n on his wing my three - and - twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to ...
... hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , Stol'n on his wing my three - and - twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to ...
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Seite 51 - 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
Seite 105 - What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Seite 91 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance: Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save.
Seite 52 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Seite 29 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Seite 179 - What th' unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns And to his faithful Champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns And all that band them to resist His uncontroulable intent, His servants he with new acquist Of true experience from this great event With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind all passion spent.
Seite 50 - 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.
Seite 169 - I modestly but freely told him ; and after some further discourse about it, I pleasantly said to him, " Thou hast said much here of Paradise Lost, but what hast thou to say of Paradise Found?
Seite 108 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 132 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.