The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes . Сно . O madness , to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief fupport of health , When God with these forbidd'n made choice to rear His mighty champion , strong ...
... Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes . Сно . O madness , to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief fupport of health , When God with these forbidd'n made choice to rear His mighty champion , strong ...
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... whose God is God , 1165 1170 1175 Thine , or whom I with Ifrael's fons adore . - HAR . Fair honor that thou dost thy God , in trusting He will accept thee to defend his caufe , A Murderer , a Revolter , and a Robber . 1180 SAMS . Tongue ...
... whose God is God , 1165 1170 1175 Thine , or whom I with Ifrael's fons adore . - HAR . Fair honor that thou dost thy God , in trusting He will accept thee to defend his caufe , A Murderer , a Revolter , and a Robber . 1180 SAMS . Tongue ...
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... whose poems in these English ones are as rarely imitated , as sweetly excell'd . Reader , if thou art eagle - ey'd to censure their worth , I am not fearful to expofe them to thy exactest perusal . Thine to command , HUMPH . MOSELEY ...
... whose poems in these English ones are as rarely imitated , as sweetly excell'd . Reader , if thou art eagle - ey'd to censure their worth , I am not fearful to expofe them to thy exactest perusal . Thine to command , HUMPH . MOSELEY ...
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... Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours , Which is no more than what is false and vain , And merely mortal dross ; So little is our lofs , So little is thy gain . For when as each thing ...
... Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours , Which is no more than what is false and vain , And merely mortal dross ; So little is our lofs , So little is thy gain . For when as each thing ...
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... whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize Of wit , or arms , while both contend 120 To win her grace , whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear 125 In faffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feaft , and ...
... whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize Of wit , or arms , while both contend 120 To win her grace , whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear 125 In faffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feaft , and ...
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Էջ 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Էջ 65 - 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.
Էջ 102 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Էջ 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Էջ 160 - 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 158 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Էջ 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Էջ 159 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Էջ 79 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Էջ 106 - 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...