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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You may as well spread out the unsunn'd heaps Of Miser's Treasure by an
Outlaw's den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on
Opportunity , And let a single helpless Maiden pass Uninjur'd in this wild
surrounding wafte ...
You may as well spread out the unsunn'd heaps Of Miser's Treasure by an
Outlaw's den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on
Opportunity , And let a single helpless Maiden pass Uninjur'd in this wild
surrounding wafte ...
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Once had the early Matrons run To greet her of a lovely Son , And now with
second hope she goes , And calls Lucina to her throws ; But , whether by
mischance or blame , Arropos for Lucina came ; And with remorseless cruelty
Spoil'd at once ...
Once had the early Matrons run To greet her of a lovely Son , And now with
second hope she goes , And calls Lucina to her throws ; But , whether by
mischance or blame , Arropos for Lucina came ; And with remorseless cruelty
Spoil'd at once ...
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Thy care is fixt , and zealously attends To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light
, And hope that reaps not shame . Therefore be sure Thou , when the bridegroom
with his feastfulfriends Passes to bliss at the mid - hour of night , Haft gain'd thy ...
Thy care is fixt , and zealously attends To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light
, And hope that reaps not shame . Therefore be sure Thou , when the bridegroom
with his feastfulfriends Passes to bliss at the mid - hour of night , Haft gain'd thy ...
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Yet I argue not Againft Heav'n's Hand , or Will ; nor bate one jot Of Heart or Hope ;
but Atill bear up , and steer Right onwards . What fupports me , doft thou ask ?
The conscience , friend , t'have lost them overply'd In Liberty's defence , my noble
...
Yet I argue not Againft Heav'n's Hand , or Will ; nor bate one jot Of Heart or Hope ;
but Atill bear up , and steer Right onwards . What fupports me , doft thou ask ?
The conscience , friend , t'have lost them overply'd In Liberty's defence , my noble
...
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Gainst them , that rais'd thee , dost thou lift thy Impudent Whore , where hást thou
plac'd thy Hope ? In thy Adulterers , or thy ill got Wealth ? Another Conftantine
comes not in hafte . Ariosto , Cant . 34 . And to be short , at last his guide him ...
Gainst them , that rais'd thee , dost thou lift thy Impudent Whore , where hást thou
plac'd thy Hope ? In thy Adulterers , or thy ill got Wealth ? Another Conftantine
comes not in hafte . Ariosto , Cant . 34 . And to be short , at last his guide him ...
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