English Poems, Volume 1Clarendon Press, 1897 |
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Æneid angels arm'd arms battle bliss bright call'd clouds Comus Crown 8vo dark death deep delight divine doth dread earth Edited England English eternal evil Extra fcap eyes Faery Queene fair Father fear fire flame flow'rs Georgics glory gods golden grace hand happy hast hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell Henry hill honour Horace Il Penseroso Iliad John Milton Keightley King L'Allegro Lady Latin light live Lord Lycidas Midsummer Night's Dream Milton moon morn mortal night o'er Odes Ovid pain Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace Penseroso poem poet praise Puritan reign repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seem'd sense shade Shakespeare sight sing solemn song Sonnet soul spake Spenser spirits stars stood sweet thee thence things thou thought throne thyself verse Virgil W. W. SKEAT whence winds wings word
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Page 149 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 81 - 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 for ever from his eyes.
Page 92 - 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. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Page 149 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 99 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 100 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 116 - The ascending pile Stood fix'd her stately height : and straight the doors, Opening their brazen folds, discover, wide Within, her ample spaces, o'er the smooth And level pavement ; from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.
Page 91 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Page 58 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Page 201 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.