Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education1747 |
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... Quid fit amor nefcit , dum quoque nefcit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiofa Tragoedia fceptrum Quaffat , & effufis crinibus ora rotat ; Et dolet afpecto , juvat & fpectâffe dolendo , Interdum & lachrymis dulcis amaror ineft : Seu puer ...
... Quid fit amor nefcit , dum quoque nefcit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiofa Tragoedia fceptrum Quaffat , & effufis crinibus ora rotat ; Et dolet afpecto , juvat & fpectâffe dolendo , Interdum & lachrymis dulcis amaror ineft : Seu puer ...
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... Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ? Nobileque in pectus certas acuiffe fagittas , Semideamque animam fede fugâffe suâ ? Talia dum lacrymans alto fub pectore volvo , Rofcidus occiduis Hefperus exit aquis , Et Tarteffiaco fubmerferat ...
... Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ? Nobileque in pectus certas acuiffe fagittas , Semideamque animam fede fugâffe suâ ? Talia dum lacrymans alto fub pectore volvo , Rofcidus occiduis Hefperus exit aquis , Et Tarteffiaco fubmerferat ...
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... quid volui manifeftum tollere crimen , Ipfe quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet officium deferuiffe fuum . Tu modò da veniam faffo , veniamque roganti ; Crimina diminui , quæ patuere ...
... quid volui manifeftum tollere crimen , Ipfe quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet officium deferuiffe fuum . Tu modò da veniam faffo , veniamque roganti ; Crimina diminui , quæ patuere ...
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... quid agatur Olympo , Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara cæca meos . Quid tam grande fonat diftento fpiritus ore ? Quid parit hæc rabies , quid facer ifte furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint ifto reddita dona ...
... quid agatur Olympo , Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara cæca meos . Quid tam grande fonat diftento fpiritus ore ? Quid parit hæc rabies , quid facer ifte furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint ifto reddita dona ...
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... quid enim formofius illâ , Pandit ut omniferos luxuriofa finus ! Atque Arabum fpirat meffes , & ab ore venufto Mitia cum Paphiis fundit amoma rofis ! Ecce ! coronatur facro frons ardua luco , Cingit ut Idæam pinea turris Opim ! Et vario ...
... quid enim formofius illâ , Pandit ut omniferos luxuriofa finus ! Atque Arabum fpirat meffes , & ab ore venufto Mitia cum Paphiis fundit amoma rofis ! Ecce ! coronatur facro frons ardua luco , Cingit ut Idæam pinea turris Opim ! Et vario ...
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