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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... FAIR INFANT AT A VACATION EXERCISE . THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE . LIB . I SONNETS ( XI - XIX ) PAGE I N 9 a a 12 14 14 15 16 18 18 19 19 20 24 28-32 33 3333333 37 43 76 79 82 82-86 86 87 88 SONNET -- On the new forcers of Conscience under ...
... FAIR INFANT AT A VACATION EXERCISE . THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE . LIB . I SONNETS ( XI - XIX ) PAGE I N 9 a a 12 14 14 15 16 18 18 19 19 20 24 28-32 33 3333333 37 43 76 79 82 82-86 86 87 88 SONNET -- On the new forcers of Conscience under ...
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... fair eyes , Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered , His starry front low - rooft beneath the skies ; O what a Mask was there , what a disguise ! Yet more ; the stroke of death he must abide , Then lies him meekly down fast by his Brethrens ...
... fair eyes , Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered , His starry front low - rooft beneath the skies ; O what a Mask was there , what a disguise ! Yet more ; the stroke of death he must abide , Then lies him meekly down fast by his Brethrens ...
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... fair musick that all creatures made To their great Lord , whose love their motion sway'd 6 content ] concent 1673 ΤΟ 20 In perfect Diapason , whilst they stood In first obedience ( 15 ) At a Solemn Musick . AT A SOLEMN MUSICK.
... fair musick that all creatures made To their great Lord , whose love their motion sway'd 6 content ] concent 1673 ΤΟ 20 In perfect Diapason , whilst they stood In first obedience ( 15 ) At a Solemn Musick . AT A SOLEMN MUSICK.
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... fair Added to her noble birth , More then she could own from Earth . Summers three times eight save one She had told , alas too soon , After so short time of breath , To house with darknes , and with death . Yet had the number of her ...
... fair Added to her noble birth , More then she could own from Earth . Summers three times eight save one She had told , alas too soon , After so short time of breath , To house with darknes , and with death . Yet had the number of her ...
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... fair blossom hangs the head Side - ways as on a dying bed , And those Pearls of dew she wears , Prove to be presaging tears Which the sad morn had let fall On her hast'ning funerall . Gentle Lady may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have ...
... fair blossom hangs the head Side - ways as on a dying bed , And those Pearls of dew she wears , Prove to be presaging tears Which the sad morn had let fall On her hast'ning funerall . Gentle Lady may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have ...
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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.