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... Thou art become ( O worst imprisonment ! ) The dungeon of thyself ; thy soul , [ plain ) ( Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com- Imprison'd now indeed , In real darkness of the body dwells , Shut up from outward light To ...
... Thou art become ( O worst imprisonment ! ) The dungeon of thyself ; thy soul , [ plain ) ( Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com- Imprison'd now indeed , In real darkness of the body dwells , Shut up from outward light To ...
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... thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather Than of thy own tribe fairer , or as fair : At least of thy own nation , and as noble . SAM . The first I saw at Timna , and she pleased Me , not my parents , that I sought to wed The daughter ...
... thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather Than of thy own tribe fairer , or as fair : At least of thy own nation , and as noble . SAM . The first I saw at Timna , and she pleased Me , not my parents , that I sought to wed The daughter ...
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... thou ought'st to receive him . SAM . Ah me ! another inward grief , awaked With mention of that name , renews the ' assault . Enter MANOAH . MAN . Brethren and men of Dan ! for such seem , ye Though in this uncouth place ; if old ...
... thou ought'st to receive him . SAM . Ah me ! another inward grief , awaked With mention of that name , renews the ' assault . Enter MANOAH . MAN . Brethren and men of Dan ! for such seem , ye Though in this uncouth place ; if old ...
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... thou didst plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive , and their triumph : thou the ...
... thou didst plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive , and their triumph : thou the ...
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... Dagon . But for thee what shall be done ? Thou must not , in the meanwhile here forgot , Lie in this miserable loathsome plight , Neglected . I already have made way To some Philistian lords , with whom to treat About SAMSON AGONISTES . 23.
... Dagon . But for thee what shall be done ? Thou must not , in the meanwhile here forgot , Lie in this miserable loathsome plight , Neglected . I already have made way To some Philistian lords , with whom to treat About SAMSON AGONISTES . 23.
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aëre agni Amor ANNO ETATIS ANTISTROPHE Atque carmina choro cœli cœlo COMUS cùm Dagon dark death decus deos deûm divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth earth enemies erat etiam eyes fair fear feast foes fortè fræna glory gods habet hæc hand hath hear Heaven Hinc honor igne illa ille Inque inter ipsa ipse jam non vacat Jamque Jehovah Jovis LADY Lord loud lumina malè Manoah mihi Milton modò Mopsus mortal mosta Musa neque night nocte numina Nunc o'er Olympo peace pectora Philistines Phœbe praise procul PSALM Quà quæ quàm quid quis Quòd quoque rupit sæpe Samson shalt shame Shepherd sibi sing song soul strength sweet tamen thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis thyself tibi Tu quoque Tuque turba ulmo urbe virgin Virtue wilt
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Page 120 - AC ! 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.
Page 126 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th
Page 128 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 61 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixed, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
Page 110 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
Page 72 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Page 64 - What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His uncontrollable intent ; His servants he, with new acquist Of true experience, from this great event, With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
Page 118 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 79 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Page 126 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.