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... verse ; but this is not poetry . I know nothing in which the genuine spell of poetry more breaks out than in the hymn I have here been praising . To show this , I must cite one more stanza : — And sullen Moloch , fled , Hath left in ...
... verse ; but this is not poetry . I know nothing in which the genuine spell of poetry more breaks out than in the hymn I have here been praising . To show this , I must cite one more stanza : — And sullen Moloch , fled , Hath left in ...
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... Verse is a work divine : despise not thou Verse , therefore , which evinces ( nothing more ) Man's heavenly source , and which , retaining still Some scintillations of Promethean fire , Bespeaks him animated from above . The gods love verse ...
... Verse is a work divine : despise not thou Verse , therefore , which evinces ( nothing more ) Man's heavenly source , and which , retaining still Some scintillations of Promethean fire , Bespeaks him animated from above . The gods love verse ...
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... verse . Milton , in his " Church Government , " written in 1641 , says that , after the example of Tasso , " it haply would be no rashness , from an equal diligence and inclination , to present the like offer in one of our own ancient ...
... verse . Milton , in his " Church Government , " written in 1641 , says that , after the example of Tasso , " it haply would be no rashness , from an equal diligence and inclination , to present the like offer in one of our own ancient ...
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... verses also to thy praise the Nine , O Manso ! happy in that theme , design ; For , Gallus and Mæcenas gone , they see None such besides , or whom they love , as thee ; And , if my verse may give the meed of fame , Thine too shall prove ...
... verses also to thy praise the Nine , O Manso ! happy in that theme , design ; For , Gallus and Mæcenas gone , they see None such besides , or whom they love , as thee ; And , if my verse may give the meed of fame , Thine too shall prove ...
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... verse ! Then , after all , when with the past content , A life I finish , not in silence spent , Should he , kind mourner , o'er my death - bed bend I shall but need to say , " Be yet my friend ! " He too , perhaps , shall bid the ...
... verse ! Then , after all , when with the past content , A life I finish , not in silence spent , Should he , kind mourner , o'er my death - bed bend I shall but need to say , " Be yet my friend ! " He too , perhaps , shall bid the ...
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Страница lxxvii - her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of eve or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and cver-during dark .Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men
Страница lxxxiv - And I looked, and beheld a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him : and power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with sickness, and with the beasts of the earth.
Страница 521 - 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. El. Br. List, list ; I hear Some far-off halloo break the silent air. Sec. Br. Methought so too ; what should it be ? El. Br. For certain Either some one like us
Страница 586 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures ', Whilst the landskip round it measures ; *• Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pide, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in
Страница 576 - In : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more *. 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. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers
Страница xcviii - Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; 0, raise us up ! return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thou hadst a voice, whose sound was like the sea : Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free
Страница 612 - Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks *. Their moans The vales redoubled to the lulls, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all
Страница 93 - 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
Страница 612 - ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide *, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide ; " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied
Страница 506 - dire*, And aery tongues that syllable " men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong-siding champion. Conscience.— O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith ; white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings * ; And thou.