The Poetical Works of John Milton,: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 pages |
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... Lucina to her throws ; But whether by mischance or blame Atropos for Lucina came ; IO 20 And with remorsles cruelty , Spoil'd at once both fruit ( 16 ) Miscellaneous Poems . AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER.
... Lucina to her throws ; But whether by mischance or blame Atropos for Lucina came ; IO 20 And with remorsles cruelty , Spoil'd at once both fruit ( 16 ) Miscellaneous Poems . AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER.
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... fruit and tree : The haples Babe before his birth Had burial , yet not laid in earth , And the languisht Mothers Womb Was not long a living Tomb . So have I seen som tender slip Sav'd with care from Winters nip , The pride of her ...
... fruit and tree : The haples Babe before his birth Had burial , yet not laid in earth , And the languisht Mothers Womb Was not long a living Tomb . So have I seen som tender slip Sav'd with care from Winters nip , The pride of her ...
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... fruit As the kind hospitable Woods provide . They left me then , when the gray - hooded Eev'n Like a sad Votarist in Palmers weed Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phœbus wain . But where they are , and why they came not back , Is now ...
... fruit As the kind hospitable Woods provide . They left me then , when the gray - hooded Eev'n Like a sad Votarist in Palmers weed Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phœbus wain . But where they are , and why they came not back , Is now ...
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... fruit From the rash hand of bold Incontinence . You may as well spred out the unsun'd heaps Of Misers treasure by an out - laws den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity , And let a single helpless ...
... fruit From the rash hand of bold Incontinence . You may as well spred out the unsun'd heaps Of Misers treasure by an out - laws den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity , And let a single helpless ...
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... fruits , and flocks , Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable , But all to please , and sate the curious taste ? And set to work millions of spinning Worms , That in their green shops weave the smooth - hair'd silk To deck her Sons ...
... fruits , and flocks , Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable , But all to please , and sate the curious taste ? And set to work millions of spinning Worms , That in their green shops weave the smooth - hair'd silk To deck her Sons ...
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Page 262 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 183 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Page 42 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 550 - 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.
Page 40 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Page 61 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 15 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Page 41 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Page 21 - 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; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 23 - 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.