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... DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT · DYING OF A COUGH · · AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE THE PASSION ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER • • ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF TWENTY - THREE . ON SHAKESPEARE ...
... DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT · DYING OF A COUGH · · AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE THE PASSION ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER • • ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF TWENTY - THREE . ON SHAKESPEARE ...
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... death had already occurred . News of his bereavement reached Milton at Genoa , and con- spired with news of the increasing gravity of the political and religious troubles in England to make his home - coming a solemn one . It is a ...
... death had already occurred . News of his bereavement reached Milton at Genoa , and con- spired with news of the increasing gravity of the political and religious troubles in England to make his home - coming a solemn one . It is a ...
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... death , in 1652 , she bore Milton three daughters and a son , the son dying in infancy , the daughters surviving to be their father's trial and reproach . Measured against her mute acceptance of the situa- tion , there is something ...
... death , in 1652 , she bore Milton three daughters and a son , the son dying in infancy , the daughters surviving to be their father's trial and reproach . Measured against her mute acceptance of the situa- tion , there is something ...
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... death and Cromwell's sovereignty . Perhaps the springs of his fancy were dried up by the harassing years just past ; certainly the version of the nine psalms made at this time points to a state of extreme poetic sterility . Indeed ...
... death and Cromwell's sovereignty . Perhaps the springs of his fancy were dried up by the harassing years just past ; certainly the version of the nine psalms made at this time points to a state of extreme poetic sterility . Indeed ...
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... death , that was something , " the mind turns sick , and wonders whether , if there were another Paradise Lost to purchase , it would be worth such a price . Taking the facts as we have them , even casuistry can make of them no clean ...
... death , that was something , " the mind turns sick , and wonders whether , if there were another Paradise Lost to purchase , it would be worth such a price . Taking the facts as we have them , even casuistry can make of them no clean ...
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Page 28 - 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. 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
Page 28 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 61 - 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...
Page 78 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
Page 27 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, 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 Bosomed high in tufted trees...
Page 27 - And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Page 28 - 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...
Page 17 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Page 6 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 29 - 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.