The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 - English poetry |
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... spake th ' apostate angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but racked with deep despair : And him thus answered soon his bold compeer . " O prince , O chief of many throned powers , That led th ' embattled seraphim to war Under thy ...
... spake th ' apostate angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but racked with deep despair : And him thus answered soon his bold compeer . " O prince , O chief of many throned powers , That led th ' embattled seraphim to war Under thy ...
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... spake , and him Beelezebub Thus answered . " Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foile 11 If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake , and him Beelezebub Thus answered . " Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foile 11 If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake : and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined hell : highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms ...
... spake : and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined hell : highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms ...
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... spake . " My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now , For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
... spake . " My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now , For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
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... spake . " Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife : The ...
... spake . " Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife : The ...
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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...