Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several OccasionsJ. Baskerville, 1759 - 390 էջ |
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... arms , But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles . The Father knows the Son ; therefore fecure Ventures his filial virtue , though untry'd , Against whate'er may tempt , whate'er seduce , Allure , or terrify , or undermine . Be fruftrate ...
... arms , But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles . The Father knows the Son ; therefore fecure Ventures his filial virtue , though untry'd , Against whate'er may tempt , whate'er seduce , Allure , or terrify , or undermine . Be fruftrate ...
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... arms . Thefe God - like virtues wherefore doft thou hide , Affecting private life , or more obscure 20 25 In favage wilderness ? wherefore deprive All earth her wonder at thy acts , thyself The fame and glory , glory the reward That ...
... arms . Thefe God - like virtues wherefore doft thou hide , Affecting private life , or more obscure 20 25 In favage wilderness ? wherefore deprive All earth her wonder at thy acts , thyself The fame and glory , glory the reward That ...
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... that will not part 155 Easily from poffeffion won with arms : Judæa now and all the promis'd land , Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke , Obeys Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always rul'd With temp'rate fway 52 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book III .
... that will not part 155 Easily from poffeffion won with arms : Judæa now and all the promis'd land , Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke , Obeys Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always rul'd With temp'rate fway 52 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book III .
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... arms ; And o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd , That by ftrong hand his family obtain'd , Tho ' priests , the crown , and David's throne ufurp'd , With Modin and her fuburbs once content . 170 If kingdom move thee not , let move thee ...
... arms ; And o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd , That by ftrong hand his family obtain'd , Tho ' priests , the crown , and David's throne ufurp'd , With Modin and her fuburbs once content . 170 If kingdom move thee not , let move thee ...
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... arms 305 Of equal dread in flight , or in pursuit ; All horsemen , in which fight they moft excel ; See how in warlike mufter they appear , In rhombs and wedges , and half - moons , and wings . He look'd , and faw what numbers ...
... arms 305 Of equal dread in flight , or in pursuit ; All horsemen , in which fight they moft excel ; See how in warlike mufter they appear , In rhombs and wedges , and half - moons , and wings . He look'd , and faw what numbers ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1713 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books : To which is Added Samson ... Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1759 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1759 |
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aftra againſt agni Amor anſwer Atque beſt call'd cauſe Chor Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum doth earth elſe eyes fair falſe fame fave feaſt feek fhades fhall fibi fing firſt foes folemn fome fong foon foul fræna ftill ftream ftrength fuch glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ipfe jam non vacat juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs leſs loft Lord Lycidas malè mihi moſt Muſe muſt night numina Nunc o'er Olympo paſs pleaſe pow'r praiſe preſent PSAL quæ quid quoque raiſe reply'd reſt Samf Samfon ſee ſeek ſeems ſeen ſerve ſet ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome Son of God ſpeed ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou art throne thyſelf tibi ulmo uſe verſe virtue weakneſs whoſe wilderneſs wilt worſe
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Էջ 200 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Էջ 166 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Էջ 173 - The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify...
Էջ 264 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Էջ 192 - 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...
Էջ 253 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Էջ 250 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Էջ 196 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Էջ 193 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold 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.
Էջ 250 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.