Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education |
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Magna sepulchrorum regina , fatelles Averni Sæva nimis Musis , Palladi sæva
nimis , Quin illos rapias qui pondus inutile terræ ; Turba quidem est telis ifta
petenda tuis . Vestibus hunc igitur pullis , Academia , luge , Et madeant lachrymis
nigra ...
Magna sepulchrorum regina , fatelles Averni Sæva nimis Musis , Palladi sæva
nimis , Quin illos rapias qui pondus inutile terræ ; Turba quidem est telis ifta
petenda tuis . Vestibus hunc igitur pullis , Academia , luge , Et madeant lachrymis
nigra ...
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Flava verecundo dea crimen in ore fatetur , Et matutinos ocyus urget equos .
Exuit invisam Tellus rediviva senectam , Et cupit amplexus , Phoebe , subire tuos
; Et cupit , & digna est ; quid enim formofius illa , Pandit ut omniferos luxuriosa
finus !
Flava verecundo dea crimen in ore fatetur , Et matutinos ocyus urget equos .
Exuit invisam Tellus rediviva senectam , Et cupit amplexus , Phoebe , subire tuos
; Et cupit , & digna est ; quid enim formofius illa , Pandit ut omniferos luxuriosa
finus !
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Interea , misero quæ jam mihi sola placebat , Ablata est oculis , non reditura ,
meis . Alt ego progredior tacitè querebundus , & excors , Et dubius volui sæpe
referre pedem .. Findor , & hæc remanet ; fequitur pars altera votum , Raptaque
tam ...
Interea , misero quæ jam mihi sola placebat , Ablata est oculis , non reditura ,
meis . Alt ego progredior tacitè querebundus , & excors , Et dubius volui sæpe
referre pedem .. Findor , & hæc remanet ; fequitur pars altera votum , Raptaque
tam ...
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Nec plura ; illa ftatim sensit mandata Tonantis , Et , fatis antè fugax , stridentes
induit alas , Induit & variis exilia corpora plumis ; Dextra tubam gertat Temesæo
ex ære fonoram . Nec mora , jam pennis cedentes remigat auras , Atque parum
est ...
Nec plura ; illa ftatim sensit mandata Tonantis , Et , fatis antè fugax , stridentes
induit alas , Induit & variis exilia corpora plumis ; Dextra tubam gertat Temesæo
ex ære fonoram . Nec mora , jam pennis cedentes remigat auras , Atque parum
est ...
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Quid tibi vis ? aiunt ; non hæc folet effe juventæ Nubila frons oculique truces ,
vultusque severi : Illa choros , lususque leves , & femper amorem Jure petit :
miser ille bis est qui serus amavit . Ite domum impasti , domino jam non vacat ,
agni .
Quid tibi vis ? aiunt ; non hæc folet effe juventæ Nubila frons oculique truces ,
vultusque severi : Illa choros , lususque leves , & femper amorem Jure petit :
miser ille bis est qui serus amavit . Ite domum impasti , domino jam non vacat ,
agni .
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