Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson to Beattie |
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... forc'd fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . 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 ...
... forc'd fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . 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 ...
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... Forc'd Halleluiahs ; while he lordly sits Our envied sovran , and his altar breathes Ambrosial odors and ambrosial flowers , Our servile offerings ? This must be our task In Heaven , this our delight ! how wearisome Eternity so spent ...
... Forc'd Halleluiahs ; while he lordly sits Our envied sovran , and his altar breathes Ambrosial odors and ambrosial flowers , Our servile offerings ? This must be our task In Heaven , this our delight ! how wearisome Eternity so spent ...
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... forc'd rout ; Nor serv'd it to relax their serried files . What should they do ? if on they rush'd , repulse Repeated , and indecent overthrow Doubled , would render them yet more despis'd , And to their foes a laughter ; for in view ...
... forc'd rout ; Nor serv'd it to relax their serried files . What should they do ? if on they rush'd , repulse Repeated , and indecent overthrow Doubled , would render them yet more despis'd , And to their foes a laughter ; for in view ...
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... forc'd to ride The untractable abyss , plung'd in the womb Of unoriginal Night and Chaos wild ; That , jealous of their secrets , fiercely oppos'd My journey strange , with clamorous uproar Protesting Fate supreme ; thence how I found ...
... forc'd to ride The untractable abyss , plung'd in the womb Of unoriginal Night and Chaos wild ; That , jealous of their secrets , fiercely oppos'd My journey strange , with clamorous uproar Protesting Fate supreme ; thence how I found ...
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... Forc'd I absolve : all my evasions vain , And reasonings , though through mazes , lead me still But to my own conviction : first and last On me , me only , as the source and spring Of all corruption , all the blame lights due ; So might ...
... Forc'd I absolve : all my evasions vain , And reasonings , though through mazes , lead me still But to my own conviction : first and last On me , me only , as the source and spring Of all corruption , all the blame lights due ; So might ...
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Page 23 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd 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 22 - How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 240 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care : His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 31 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Page 32 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 46 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 21 - Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 22 - Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 19 - And if I give thee honor due Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free; To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 56 - 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 Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With...