The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 3William Pickering, 1826 |
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... as they said , to the next thicket side To bring me berries , or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide . They left me then , when the grey - hooded Even , Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed , Rose from 10 POEMS .
... as they said , to the next thicket side To bring me berries , or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide . They left me then , when the grey - hooded Even , Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed , Rose from 10 POEMS .
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... kind of sea ; My bed I water with my tears ; mine eye Through grief consumes , is waxen old and dark I ' th ' midst of all mine enemies that mark . Depart all ye that work iniquity , Depart from me , for the voice of my weeping The Lord ...
... kind of sea ; My bed I water with my tears ; mine eye Through grief consumes , is waxen old and dark I ' th ' midst of all mine enemies that mark . Depart all ye that work iniquity , Depart from me , for the voice of my weeping The Lord ...
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... kind , For his mercies aye endure , Ever faithful , ever sure . Let us blaze his name abroad , For of gods he is the God ; For his , & c . O let us his praises tell , Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell . For his , & c . Who with his ...
... kind , For his mercies aye endure , Ever faithful , ever sure . Let us blaze his name abroad , For of gods he is the God ; For his , & c . O let us his praises tell , Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell . For his , & c . Who with his ...
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... kind ? Why take delight , with darts that never roam , To chase a heav'n - born spirit from her home ? ” While thus I mourn'd , the star of evening stood , Now newly ris'n above the western flood , And Phoebus from his morning - goal ...
... kind ? Why take delight , with darts that never roam , To chase a heav'n - born spirit from her home ? ” While thus I mourn'd , the star of evening stood , Now newly ris'n above the western flood , And Phoebus from his morning - goal ...
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... kind , Sylvanus , wreath'd with cypress , skips behind . The Dryads leave their hollow sylvan cells To roam the banks , and solitary dells ; Pan riots now ; and from his amorous chafe , Ceres and Cybele seem hardly safe , And Faunus ...
... kind , Sylvanus , wreath'd with cypress , skips behind . The Dryads leave their hollow sylvan cells To roam the banks , and solitary dells ; Pan riots now ; and from his amorous chafe , Ceres and Cybele seem hardly safe , And Faunus ...
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aëre agni Amor ANTISTROPHE Atque blest carmina choro cœli cœlo COMUS Damon dark Deos divine domino jam domum impasti doth Dryope dwell earth ELDER BROTHER ELEGY erat etiam ev'ry eyes fair fame Faunus fear flocks flow'rs fræna grace groves habet Hæc hand hath hear Heav'n hinc igne illa ille inter ipsa ipse jam non vacat Jamque Jehovah Jove Jovis LADY lambs licet Lord lumina Lycidas malè mihi modò Mopsus mosta Musa Muse neque night numina Nunc nymphs o'er Olympo pectora Phoebus pow'r praise procul PSALM Quà quæ Quàm quid quis quod quoque rupit sæpe seek your home semper shades shalt shepherd shore sibi sing song soul SPIRIT star sweet tamen thee thine thou art thou hast thoughts are due Thyrsis tibi Tu quoque Tuque turba ulmo urbe verse virgin youth
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Page 48 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 54 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; 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 74 - 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.
Page 49 - Ay me ! I fondly dream — Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Page 45 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
Page 55 - Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay...
Page 23 - A thousand liveried angels lackey her, 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...
Page 72 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Page 8 - We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire ; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Page 35 - In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at' the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.