The Works of the British Poets, 5. kötetJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 oldal |
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... King , fon of Sir John King , Secretary for Ireland , who was loft in his paffage to that country . Milton having now remained with his father for about five years , on the death of his mother , obtained the liberty which he so ardently ...
... King , fon of Sir John King , Secretary for Ireland , who was loft in his paffage to that country . Milton having now remained with his father for about five years , on the death of his mother , obtained the liberty which he so ardently ...
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... king , whose heart , though large , Beguil'd by fair idolatrefles , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whofe annual wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian damfels to lament his fate In amorous dittics all a fummer's day ...
... king , whose heart , though large , Beguil'd by fair idolatrefles , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whofe annual wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian damfels to lament his fate In amorous dittics all a fummer's day ...
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... kings , Learn how their greatest monuments of fame , And strength , and art , are easily out - done By fpirits reprobate ... king , Exalted to fuch power , and gave to rule , Each in his hierarchy , the orders bright . Nor was his name ...
... kings , Learn how their greatest monuments of fame , And strength , and art , are easily out - done By fpirits reprobate ... king , Exalted to fuch power , and gave to rule , Each in his hierarchy , the orders bright . Nor was his name ...
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... King of Heaven We war , if war be beit , or to regain Our own right loft : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate fhall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the ftrife : The former vain to hope , argues as vain The ...
... King of Heaven We war , if war be beit , or to regain Our own right loft : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate fhall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the ftrife : The former vain to hope , argues as vain The ...
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... king , and to enrage thee more , Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment , Falfe fugitive , and to thy speed add wings , Left with a whip of fcorpions I pursue Thy ling'ring , or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror feize thee ...
... king , and to enrage thee more , Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment , Falfe fugitive , and to thy speed add wings , Left with a whip of fcorpions I pursue Thy ling'ring , or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror feize thee ...
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againſt angels beafts becauſe befides beft beſt breaſt bright caft call'd caufe death defire doft e'er earth elfe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe falute fame fate fear feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould fide fight fince fing fire firft firſt flain flame fleep flow'rs fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword glory gods hafte hand hath heart Heav'n himſelf honour Hudibras itſelf juft juſt King laft laſt lefs light loft mighty moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Pindar pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent Quoth rage reft rife rofe Satan ſhall ſhe ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand tree uſe vex'd virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife worfe
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152. oldal - 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.
76. oldal - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
11. oldal - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th...
151. oldal - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
25. oldal - I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
151. oldal - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
151. oldal - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
26. oldal - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
224. oldal - This only grant me, that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
25. oldal - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.