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... Son of Heav'ns eternal King , Of wedded Maid , and Virgin Mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing , That he our deadly forfeit should release , And with his Father work us a ...
... Son of Heav'ns eternal King , Of wedded Maid , and Virgin Mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing , That he our deadly forfeit should release , And with his Father work us a ...
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... sons of morning sung , While the Creator Great His constellations set , And the well - ballanc't world on hinges hung , And cast the dark foundations deep , And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep . XIII Ring out ye Crystall ...
... sons of morning sung , While the Creator Great His constellations set , And the well - ballanc't world on hinges hung , And cast the dark foundations deep , And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep . XIII Ring out ye Crystall ...
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... son of memory , great heir of Fame , What need'st thou such weak witnes of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thy self a live - long Monument . For whilst to th'shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easie numbers ...
... son of memory , great heir of Fame , What need'st thou such weak witnes of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thy self a live - long Monument . For whilst to th'shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easie numbers ...
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... son d'amor saette ed arco , La onde l'alta tua virtù s'infiora . Quando tu vaga parli , o lieta canti Che mover possa duro alpestre legno , Guardi ciascun a gli occhi , ed a gli orecchi L'entrata , chi di te si truova indegno ; Gratia ...
... son d'amor saette ed arco , La onde l'alta tua virtù s'infiora . Quando tu vaga parli , o lieta canti Che mover possa duro alpestre legno , Guardi ciascun a gli occhi , ed a gli orecchi L'entrata , chi di te si truova indegno ; Gratia ...
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... sons of Vulcan vomit smoak , Yet will they soon retire , if he but shrink . Eld . Bro . Thyrsis lead on apace , Ile follow thee , And som good angel bear a sheild before us . 630 640 650 The Scene changes to a stately Palace , set out ...
... sons of Vulcan vomit smoak , Yet will they soon retire , if he but shrink . Eld . Bro . Thyrsis lead on apace , Ile follow thee , And som good angel bear a sheild before us . 630 640 650 The Scene changes to a stately Palace , set out ...
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Adam agni amorous Angels appeer Arms Atque Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Cloud dark dayes Death deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fire fræna Fruit gastly Gates giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Morn night numina o're Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ quid rais'd repli'd round Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque ulmo vertue wandring Warr whence winds wings World
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Page 42 - other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his oo/y Lock's he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptiall 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,
Page 188 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, 290 Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe. His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand, He walkt with to support uneasie steps Over the burning Marle,
Page 40 - Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed. O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd floud, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocall reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Gate proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea
Page 199 - and how he fell 740 From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th
Page 85 - one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 10
Page 260 - Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet. But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ? Those have
Page 3 - His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. VI The Stars with deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze, Bending one way their
Page 25 - Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Com pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, stedfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestick train, And sable stole of Cipres Lawn,
Page 275 - To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us onely good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. So pray'd they innocent, and to thir
Page 250 - Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine, Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierc't shade Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place, Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and