The Poetical Works of John Milton with a Life of the Author: Preliminary Dissertations on Each Poem; Notes Critical and Explanatory; and Index to the Subjects of Paradise Lost; and a Verbal Index to All the PoemsSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1865 - 688 pages |
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... Hell's Toxic Trio and shows ways to cleanse the soul so you can emanate a clean and righteous spirit and even permeate the atmosphere around you. The only thing missing from this book is a warning label: “If you partake of these ...
... Hell's Toxic Trio and shows ways to cleanse the soul so you can emanate a clean and righteous spirit and even permeate the atmosphere around you. The only thing missing from this book is a warning label: “If you partake of these ...
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... Hell's Half Acre to establish itselfwithin the foursquare miles of thecity limits.It was inevitable since Hell'sHalf Acre wasthe south end ofthecityproper.Until the railroad depot was builtin1876, there wereno buildingson MainStreet ...
... Hell's Half Acre to establish itselfwithin the foursquare miles of thecity limits.It was inevitable since Hell'sHalf Acre wasthe south end ofthecityproper.Until the railroad depot was builtin1876, there wereno buildingson MainStreet ...
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... Hell. Wade Muncey The sheriff of Hell's real name was Wade Muncey. Wade was a long-time friend of the family. He had gotten his title as a child while attending summer subscription school years before. His father had traded with one of ...
... Hell. Wade Muncey The sheriff of Hell's real name was Wade Muncey. Wade was a long-time friend of the family. He had gotten his title as a child while attending summer subscription school years before. His father had traded with one of ...
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... Hell's Belle Young Man I Think You're Dying Screams From a Penny Dreadful Grim Death and the Barrow Boys Dirty Butter for Servants Alas, PoorFather You Won'tLet Me Finnish How toLive Dangerously Too Late! TooLate! the Maiden Cried To ...
... Hell's Belle Young Man I Think You're Dying Screams From a Penny Dreadful Grim Death and the Barrow Boys Dirty Butter for Servants Alas, PoorFather You Won'tLet Me Finnish How toLive Dangerously Too Late! TooLate! the Maiden Cried To ...
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... hell-you-said will be real pleased with it. Now beat it.” “Nobody's ever pleased with anything in hell,” Barnabas said. He shook his head. “What an idiot you are, boy. Now go right away and do what I told you to do.” Then Barnabas was ...
... hell-you-said will be real pleased with it. Now beat it.” “Nobody's ever pleased with anything in hell,” Barnabas said. He shook his head. “What an idiot you are, boy. Now go right away and do what I told you to do.” Then Barnabas was ...
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Page 458 - 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.
Page 463 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 466 - 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 466 - And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 67 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 405 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 66 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the 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?
Page 232 - This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 66 - 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 10 The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite...
Page 464 - Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine ; 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.