The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 - English poetry |
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... skies : loud : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud ; In vain with timbrelled anthems dark O what a mask was there , what a disguise : Yet more ; the stroke of death he must abide ...
... skies : loud : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud ; In vain with timbrelled anthems dark O what a mask was there , what a disguise : Yet more ; the stroke of death he must abide ...
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... skies Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweet brier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the rear of ...
... skies Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweet brier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the rear of ...
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... skies , Thy wrapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There , held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace , and Quiet , Spare ...
... skies , Thy wrapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There , held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace , and Quiet , Spare ...
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... skies ! Night - visions may befriend , ( as sung above :) Our waking dreams are fatal . How I dream , Of things impossible ! ( could sleep do more ? ) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change ! Of stable pleasures on the tossing wave ...
... skies ! Night - visions may befriend , ( as sung above :) Our waking dreams are fatal . How I dream , Of things impossible ! ( could sleep do more ? ) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change ! Of stable pleasures on the tossing wave ...
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... skies seem dust upon the scale . Redeem we time ? -Its loss we dearly buy . What pleads Lorenzo for his high - priz'd sports ? He pleads time's numerous blanks ; he loudly pleads The straw - like trifles on life's common stream . From ...
... skies seem dust upon the scale . Redeem we time ? -Its loss we dearly buy . What pleads Lorenzo for his high - priz'd sports ? He pleads time's numerous blanks ; he loudly pleads The straw - like trifles on life's common stream . From ...
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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...