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aëre agni Amor Angels Atque aught behold BROTHER call'd choro CHORUS Comus Dagon dark death deeds didst divine domino iam domum impasti dost doth Earth enemies etiam fair fair Syrian Father fear Feast foes fræna glorious glory gods Hæc hand HARAPHA hath hear heard Heav'n honour iam non vacat Il Penseroso illa ille ipse Israel King Lady Latin Lord lumina Lycidas malè MANOA mihi Milton mortal Muse night numbers numina Nunc o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines poems praise PSAL Quà quæ quid quoque sæpe SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Saviour shades shalt Shepherd shew sing solemn Son of God Song sonnets soon soul spelling SPIRIT strength sweet tamen thee thence thine things thir thou art thou hast thought Throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe Virgin virtue wilt words
Page 167 - Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 111 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek And made Hell grant what Love did seek...
Page 113 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voic'd quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
Page 164 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
Page 129 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
Page 230 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 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. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience...
Page 82 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 293 - However, many books, Wise men have said, are wearisome ; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge ; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
Page 312 - Within doors, or without, still as a fool In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, "Let there be light," and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
Page 135 - Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind. And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal: but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk.