The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... bring , Salve to thy fores ; apt words have pow'r to fwage The tumors of a troubled mind , 185 And are as balm to fefter'd wounds . SAMS . Your coming , Friends , revives me , for I Now of my own experience , not by talk , How ...
... bring , Salve to thy fores ; apt words have pow'r to fwage The tumors of a troubled mind , 185 And are as balm to fefter'd wounds . SAMS . Your coming , Friends , revives me , for I Now of my own experience , not by talk , How ...
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... bring How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemn'd , The matchiefs Gideon in purfuit 280 Of Madian and her vanquifh'd kings : And how ingrateful Ephraim Had dealt with Jephtha , who by argument , Not worse than by ...
... bring How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemn'd , The matchiefs Gideon in purfuit 280 Of Madian and her vanquifh'd kings : And how ingrateful Ephraim Had dealt with Jephtha , who by argument , Not worse than by ...
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... bring thy offerings , to avert His further ire , with prayers and vows renew'd ? 505 510 515 520 SAMS . His pardon I implore ; but as for life , To what end fhould I feek it ? When in strength All mortals I excell'd , and great in hopes ...
... bring thy offerings , to avert His further ire , with prayers and vows renew'd ? 505 510 515 520 SAMS . His pardon I implore ; but as for life , To what end fhould I feek it ? When in strength All mortals I excell'd , and great in hopes ...
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... bring my feet again into the fnare 930 Where once I have been caught ; I know thy trains Though dearly to my coft , thy gins , and toils ; Thy fair inchanted cup , and warbling charms No more on me have power , their force is null'd ...
... bring my feet again into the fnare 930 Where once I have been caught ; I know thy trains Though dearly to my coft , thy gins , and toils ; Thy fair inchanted cup , and warbling charms No more on me have power , their force is null'd ...
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... brings . SAMS . Be lefs abftrufe , my riddling days are past . CHO . Look now for no inchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward , I know him by his ftride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his ...
... brings . SAMS . Be lefs abftrufe , my riddling days are past . CHO . Look now for no inchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward , I know him by his ftride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his ...
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Страница 97 - And frefh-blown rofes wafh'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Hafte thee, Nymph, and bring with thee 25 Jeft and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple fleek;
Страница 153 - corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon
Страница 155 - hair ? Fame is the fpur that the clear fpi'rit doth raife 70 (That laft infirmity of noble mind) To fcorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burft out into fudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th
Страница 154 - lov'd to hear our fong. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never muft return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and defert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copfes green, Shall now no more be feen,
Страница 101 - With ftore of ladies, whofe bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear 125 In faffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feaft, and revelry, With
Страница 100 - Or if the earlier feafon lead To the tann'd haycock in the mead. 90 Sometimes with fecure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocond rebecs found To many a youth, and many a maid, 95 Dancing in the chequer'd fhade; And young and old come forth to play On a
Страница 154 - 25 Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her fultry horn, Battening our flocks with the frefh dews of night Oft till the ftar that rofe, at evening, bright, 30 Tow'ard Heav'n's defcent had flop'd his
Страница 177 - or moon, or ftar, throughout the year, 5 Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not .Againft Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but ftill bear up and fteer Right onward. What fupports me, doft thou afk ? The
Страница 101 - Lap me in foft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verfe, Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked fweetnefs long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwifting all the chains that ty The hidden foul of harmony ; That Orpheus
Страница 104 - In her fweeteft, faddeft plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon .yoke, Gently o'er th' accuftom'd oak; 60 Sweet bird that fhunn'ft the noife of folly, Moft mufical, moft melancholy ! Thee, chauntrefs, oft, the woods among, I woo to hear thy