The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2S. Andrus, 1852 |
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... winds blow keen , To warm him wet return'd from field at eve , He saw approach , who first with curious eye Perused him , then with words thus utter'd spake : " Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place , So far from path or ...
... winds blow keen , To warm him wet return'd from field at eve , He saw approach , who first with curious eye Perused him , then with words thus utter'd spake : " Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place , So far from path or ...
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... winds with reeds and osiers whispering play , Plain fishermen ( no greater men them call , ) Close in a cottage low together got , Their unexpected loss and plaints outbreathed : " Alas , from what high hope to what relapse Unlook'd for ...
... winds with reeds and osiers whispering play , Plain fishermen ( no greater men them call , ) Close in a cottage low together got , Their unexpected loss and plaints outbreathed : " Alas , from what high hope to what relapse Unlook'd for ...
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... wind s Of gentlest gale Arabian odours fann'd From their soft wings , and Flora's earliest smeli . Such was the splendour ; and the tempter now His invitation earnestly renew'd : " What doubts the Son of God to sit and eat ? These are ...
... wind s Of gentlest gale Arabian odours fann'd From their soft wings , and Flora's earliest smeli . Such was the splendour ; and the tempter now His invitation earnestly renew'd : " What doubts the Son of God to sit and eat ? These are ...
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... winds , God of this world invoked , and world beneath : Who then thou art , whose coming is foretold To me most fatal , me it most concerns ; The trial hath indamaged thee no way , Rather more honour left and more esteem : Me naught ...
... winds , God of this world invoked , and world beneath : Who then thou art , whose coming is foretold To me most fatal , me it most concerns ; The trial hath indamaged thee no way , Rather more honour left and more esteem : Me naught ...
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... winds Within their stony caves , but rush'd abroad From the four hinges of the world , and fell On the vex'd wilderness , whose tallest pines , Though rooted deep as high , and sturdiest oaks , Bow'd their stiff necks , loaden with ...
... winds Within their stony caves , but rush'd abroad From the four hinges of the world , and fell On the vex'd wilderness , whose tallest pines , Though rooted deep as high , and sturdiest oaks , Bow'd their stiff necks , loaden with ...
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Page 207 - 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...
Page 206 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Page 220 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Page 216 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...
Page 168 - And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 238 - She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 213 - While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, .Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Page 222 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars...
Page 216 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 159 - Their merry wakes and pastimes keep : What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove; Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come, let us our rites begin; Tis only daylight that makes sin, Which these dun shades will ne'er report. Hail, goddess of nocturnal sport, Dark-veil'd Cotytto, to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns!