The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and CollinsJ.P. Lippincott & Company, 1860 - English poetry |
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... smile , to hear His famine should be filled , and blest his maw Destined to that good hour : no less rejoiced His mother bad and thus bespake her sire . " The key of this infernal pit by due , And by command of Heaven's all powerful ...
... smile , to hear His famine should be filled , and blest his maw Destined to that good hour : no less rejoiced His mother bad and thus bespake her sire . " The key of this infernal pit by due , And by command of Heaven's all powerful ...
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... smile Of harlots , loveless , joyless , unendeared , Casual fruition ; nor in court amours , Mixed dance , or wanton mask , or midnight ball , Or serenade , which the starved lover sings To his proud fair , best quitted with disdain ...
... smile Of harlots , loveless , joyless , unendeared , Casual fruition ; nor in court amours , Mixed dance , or wanton mask , or midnight ball , Or serenade , which the starved lover sings To his proud fair , best quitted with disdain ...
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... smile that glowed Celestial rosy red , love's proper hue , Answered . " Let it suffice thee that thou knowest Us happy , and without love no happiness . Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy'st , ( And pure thou wert created ) we enjoy ...
... smile that glowed Celestial rosy red , love's proper hue , Answered . " Let it suffice thee that thou knowest Us happy , and without love no happiness . Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy'st , ( And pure thou wert created ) we enjoy ...
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... smiles : for smiles from reason flow , To brute denied , and are of love the food ; His head the midst , well stored with subtle wiles : Love , not the lowest end of human life . Nor yet in horrid shade or dismal den , Nor nocent yet ...
... smiles : for smiles from reason flow , To brute denied , and are of love the food ; His head the midst , well stored with subtle wiles : Love , not the lowest end of human life . Nor yet in horrid shade or dismal den , Nor nocent yet ...
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... smile made small account Of Beauty and her lures , easily scorned , All her assaults , on worthier things intent ! Remember that Pellean conqueror , A youth , how ail the beauties of the east He slightly viewed , and slightly overpassed ...
... smile made small account Of Beauty and her lures , easily scorned , All her assaults , on worthier things intent ! Remember that Pellean conqueror , A youth , how ail the beauties of the east He slightly viewed , and slightly overpassed ...
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Page 146 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 148 - 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 36 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 23 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 36 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 37 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Page 144 - With store of ladies, whose 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 In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 22 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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
Page xxxii - Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 130 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...