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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... come , And he himself among them was baptiz'd , Not thence to be more pure , but to receive The teftimony ' of Heav'n , that who he is Thenceforth the nations may not doubt ; I faw The prophet do him reverence , on him rifing 80 Out of ...
... come , And he himself among them was baptiz'd , Not thence to be more pure , but to receive The teftimony ' of Heav'n , that who he is Thenceforth the nations may not doubt ; I faw The prophet do him reverence , on him rifing 80 Out of ...
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... come The Holy Ghost , and the pow'r of the Highest O'er - shadow her : this man born and now up - grown , To fhew him worthy of his birth divine And high prediction , henceforth I expose To Satan ; let him tempt and now assay His utmost ...
... come The Holy Ghost , and the pow'r of the Highest O'er - shadow her : this man born and now up - grown , To fhew him worthy of his birth divine And high prediction , henceforth I expose To Satan ; let him tempt and now assay His utmost ...
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... come to nought . 175 180 So they in Heav'n their odes and vigils tun'd : Mean while the Son of God , who yet some days Lodg'd in Bethabara where John baptiz'd , Mufing and much revolving in his breast , How best the mighty work he might ...
... come to nought . 175 180 So they in Heav'n their odes and vigils tun'd : Mean while the Son of God , who yet some days Lodg'd in Bethabara where John baptiz'd , Mufing and much revolving in his breast , How best the mighty work he might ...
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... comes often to my ears , Ill forting with my present state compar'd ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was fet Serious to learn and know , and thence to do What might be public good ; myself I ...
... comes often to my ears , Ill forting with my present state compar'd ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was fet Serious to learn and know , and thence to do What might be public good ; myself I ...
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... upon my head . Yet neither thus difhearten'd or dismay'd , The time prefix'd I waited , when behold The Baptift ( of whose birth I oft had heard , 270 Not Not knew by fight ) now come , who was 14 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book I.
... upon my head . Yet neither thus difhearten'd or dismay'd , The time prefix'd I waited , when behold The Baptift ( of whose birth I oft had heard , 270 Not Not knew by fight ) now come , who was 14 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book I.
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1760 |
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 |
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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.