Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A Latin Epitaph ascribed to Milton with Cowper's opinion of itW. Mason, 1810 |
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72. oldal
... Divine Person destined to be , his " fatal Enemy . " In this he acknowledges that he has hitherto completely failed ; but still determines to make one more trial of him . Accordingly he con- veys him to the Temple at Jerusalem , and ...
... Divine Person destined to be , his " fatal Enemy . " In this he acknowledges that he has hitherto completely failed ; but still determines to make one more trial of him . Accordingly he con- veys him to the Temple at Jerusalem , and ...
94. oldal
... divine Ambrosial fruits , fetch'd from the tree of life , And , from the fount of life , ambrosial drink , That soon refresh'd him wearied , and repair'd , What hunger , if aught hunger , had impair'd Or thirst ; and , as he fed ...
... divine Ambrosial fruits , fetch'd from the tree of life , And , from the fount of life , ambrosial drink , That soon refresh'd him wearied , and repair'd , What hunger , if aught hunger , had impair'd Or thirst ; and , as he fed ...
107. oldal
... Divine prediction ; what if all foretold Had been fulfill'd but through mine own default , Whom have I to complain of but myself ? Who this high gift of strength committed to me , In what part lodg'd , how easily bereft me , Under the ...
... Divine prediction ; what if all foretold Had been fulfill'd but through mine own default , Whom have I to complain of but myself ? Who this high gift of strength committed to me , In what part lodg'd , how easily bereft me , Under the ...
113. oldal
... divine disposal ; wisest men Have err'd , and by bad women been deceiv'd ; And shall again , pretend they ne'er so wise . Deject not then so overmuch thyself , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides : Yet truth to say , I oft have ...
... divine disposal ; wisest men Have err'd , and by bad women been deceiv'd ; And shall again , pretend they ne'er so wise . Deject not then so overmuch thyself , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides : Yet truth to say , I oft have ...
121. oldal
... Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive , and their triumph ; thou the sooner Temptation ...
... Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive , and their triumph ; thou the sooner Temptation ...
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Angels Arethuse arms aught behold bright Brother call'd canst captive Chorus Comus Cowper Dagon Dalila dark death deeds delight desart divine dost doth dread dwell earth enemies eyes fair fame fantastick father fear feast foes Gath glorious glory Gods grace hand Harapha hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Israel Jehovah Jesus king kingdom Lady light Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah Milton mind mortal musick never night numbers Nymphs o'er once PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace pearls of dew Philistines praise PSALM publick quire reign river Jordan round Samson SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seek shades shalt shame Shepherd sight sing Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stood strength sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself translated truth vex'd virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings
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182. oldal - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
200. oldal - 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.
192. oldal - 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.
197. oldal - There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast, Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet ; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation...
178. oldal - Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
190. oldal - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
188. 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 unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
252. oldal - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
183. oldal - Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me ! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
220. oldal - In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers, when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines...