The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 - English poetry |
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... flame , Recall'd the long - lost beams of grace ; That whilom shot from Nature's face , -PHILOSOPHY , baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love , Has eyes indeed ; and , viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a GOD to man , Gives ...
... flame , Recall'd the long - lost beams of grace ; That whilom shot from Nature's face , -PHILOSOPHY , baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love , Has eyes indeed ; and , viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a GOD to man , Gives ...
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... flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tent From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest , if any rest can harbour there : And , reassembling our afflicted powers , Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our enemy ...
... flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tent From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest , if any rest can harbour there : And , reassembling our afflicted powers , Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our enemy ...
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... flames and fury , all at once O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way , Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the Torturer ; when to meet the noise Of his almighty engine he shall hear Infernal thunder , and for ...
... flames and fury , all at once O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way , Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the Torturer ; when to meet the noise Of his almighty engine he shall hear Infernal thunder , and for ...
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... flames ? or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us ? what if all Her stores were opened , and this firmament Of hell should spout her cataracts of fire , Impending horrors , threatening hideous ...
... flames ? or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us ? what if all Her stores were opened , and this firmament Of hell should spout her cataracts of fire , Impending horrors , threatening hideous ...
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... flames thick and fast Threw forth , till on the left side opening wide , Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright , Then shining heavenly fair , a goddess armed , Out of thy head I sprung : amazement seized All the host of Heaven ...
... flames thick and fast Threw forth , till on the left side opening wide , Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright , Then shining heavenly fair , a goddess armed , Out of thy head I sprung : amazement seized All the host of Heaven ...
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angels arms art thou behold beneath blessed bliss boast book of Job bright charms clouds crown Dagon dark death deep delight divine Don Carlos dost dread earth Eclogue eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame give glorious glory gods grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven hell honour hope human immortal king labour light live Lord Lorenzo Lycidas lyre mankind mighty Milton mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost passion peace Pindar pleasure praise pride proud rage reign rise Rome round sacred Satan scene shade shine sight skies smile Son of God song soon soul spirit stars sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine things thought throne thunder truth virtue Voltaire winds wing wisdom wise wonder
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Page 162 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Page 8 - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 155 - I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 154 - Hard by a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Page 158 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah; who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?
Page 155 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshy nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Page 154 - 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, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 162 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 135 - 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.
Page 153 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...