The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... last in fight Of both my parents all in flames afcended From off the altar , where an offering burn'd , As in a fiery column charioting 25 His god - like prefence , and from fome great act Or benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race ? Why was ...
... last in fight Of both my parents all in flames afcended From off the altar , where an offering burn'd , As in a fiery column charioting 25 His god - like prefence , and from fome great act Or benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race ? Why was ...
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... last 275 To heap ingratitude on worthieft deeds ? CHO . Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemn'd , The matchlefs Gideon in pursuit 280 Of Madian and her vanquish'd kings : And ...
... last 275 To heap ingratitude on worthieft deeds ? CHO . Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemn'd , The matchlefs Gideon in pursuit 280 Of Madian and her vanquish'd kings : And ...
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... last neglected ? How wouldst thou insult , When I muft live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings to the lords 945 . To glofs upon , and cenfuring , frown or fmile ? This jail I ...
... last neglected ? How wouldst thou insult , When I muft live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings to the lords 945 . To glofs upon , and cenfuring , frown or fmile ? This jail I ...
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... last . 1380 1385 CHO . In time thou haft refolv'd , the man returns . OFF . Samfon , this second message from our lords To thee I am bid fay . Art thou our flave , Our captive , at the public mill our drudge , And dar'ft thou at our ...
... last . 1380 1385 CHO . In time thou haft refolv'd , the man returns . OFF . Samfon , this second message from our lords To thee I am bid fay . Art thou our flave , Our captive , at the public mill our drudge , And dar'ft thou at our ...
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... last too soon ; Left evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear fhould pierce too deep . MAN . Sufpenfe in news is torture , speak them out . MESS . Take then the worst in brief , Samson is dead . MAN . The worst indeed ...
... last too soon ; Left evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear fhould pierce too deep . MAN . Sufpenfe in news is torture , speak them out . MESS . Take then the worst in brief , Samson is dead . MAN . The worst indeed ...
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Страница 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Страница 65 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Страница 102 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Страница 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Страница 160 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Страница 158 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Страница 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Страница 159 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Страница 79 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Страница 106 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...