The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and CollinsJ.P. Lippincott & Company, 1860 |
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... once , now misery hath joined In equal ruin ! into what pit thou seest , From what height fall'n ; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the ...
... once , now misery hath joined In equal ruin ! into what pit thou seest , From what height fall'n ; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the ...
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... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained in Heaven , or what more lost in hell ? ' So Satan spake , and him Beelezebub Thus answered . " Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foiled ...
... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained in Heaven , or what more lost in hell ? ' So Satan spake , and him Beelezebub Thus answered . " Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foiled ...
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... once more lift us up , in spite of fate , Nearer our ancient seat ; perhaps in view Of those bright confines ... once with him they rose : Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend , With ...
... once more lift us up , in spite of fate , Nearer our ancient seat ; perhaps in view Of those bright confines ... once with him they rose : Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend , With ...
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... once more was either like To meet so great a foe : and now great deeds Had been achieved , whereof all hell had rung , Had not the snaky sorceress that sat Fast by hell gate , and kept the fatal key , Risen , and with hideous outcry ...
... once more was either like To meet so great a foe : and now great deeds Had been achieved , whereof all hell had rung , Had not the snaky sorceress that sat Fast by hell gate , and kept the fatal key , Risen , and with hideous outcry ...
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... once his native seat ; And. Fell with us from on high : from them I go This uncouth errand sole , and one for all Myself expose , with lonely steps to tread Harsh thunder ; that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus . She opened , but to ...
... once his native seat ; And. Fell with us from on high : from them I go This uncouth errand sole , and one for all Myself expose , with lonely steps to tread Harsh thunder ; that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus . She opened , but to ...
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Page 146 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 148 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? 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?
Page 36 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 23 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 36 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 37 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Page 144 - 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 22 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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
Page xxxii - Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 130 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...