The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... hast set 10 In the pure firmament , then saith my heart , O what is man that thou remembrest yet , And think'ft upon him ; or of man begot , That him thou vifit'ft , and of him art found ? Scarce to be lefs than Gods , thou mad'ft his ...
... hast set 10 In the pure firmament , then saith my heart , O what is man that thou remembrest yet , And think'ft upon him ; or of man begot , That him thou vifit'ft , and of him art found ? Scarce to be lefs than Gods , thou mad'ft his ...
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... hast thou laid her hedges low , And broken down her fence , 50 That all may pluck her , as they go , With rudeft violence ? 13 The tufked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots , Wild beafts there brouze , and make their food 55 ...
... hast thou laid her hedges low , And broken down her fence , 50 That all may pluck her , as they go , With rudeft violence ? 13 The tufked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots , Wild beafts there brouze , and make their food 55 ...
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... hast made . 18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and shame , Quicken us thou , then gladly we Shall call upon thy Name . 19 Return us , and thy grace divine , Lord God of Hofts , vouchfafe , Cause thou thy face on us to ...
... hast made . 18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and shame , Quicken us thou , then gladly we Shall call upon thy Name . 19 Return us , and thy grace divine , Lord God of Hofts , vouchfafe , Cause thou thy face on us to ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 109 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Página 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.
Página 10 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Página 160 - 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 afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Página 164 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Página 162 - 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.
Página 97 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 180 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Página 165 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 105 - 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.