The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 |
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... once , now misery hath joined In equal ruin ! into what pit thou seest , From what height fall'n ; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the ...
... once , now misery hath joined In equal ruin ! into what pit thou seest , From what height fall'n ; so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the ...
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... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained in Heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beelezebub Thus answered . " Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foile 11 ...
... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained in Heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beelezebub Thus answered . " Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foile 11 ...
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... once he lost , and gained a king , Ahaz , his sottish conqu'ror , whom he drew God's altar to disparage , and displace For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offerings , and adore the gods Whom he had vanquished . After ...
... once he lost , and gained a king , Ahaz , his sottish conqu'ror , whom he drew God's altar to disparage , and displace For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offerings , and adore the gods Whom he had vanquished . After ...
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... once more lift us up , in spite of fate , Nearer our ancient seat ; perhaps in view Of those bright confines ... once with him they rose : Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend , With ...
... once more lift us up , in spite of fate , Nearer our ancient seat ; perhaps in view Of those bright confines ... once with him they rose : Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend , With ...
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... once more was either like To meet so great a foe : and now great deeds Had been achieved , whereof all hell had rung , Had not the snaky sorceress that sat Fast by hell gate , and kept the fatal key , Risen , and with hideous outcry ...
... once more was either like To meet so great a foe : and now great deeds Had been achieved , whereof all hell had rung , Had not the snaky sorceress that sat Fast by hell gate , and kept the fatal key , Risen , and with hideous outcry ...
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162. oldal - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
8. oldal - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
155. oldal - I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
154. oldal - Hard by a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
158. oldal - 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?
155. oldal - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshy nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
154. 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. 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.
162. oldal - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
135. oldal - 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.
153. oldal - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...