The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and CollinsJ.P. Lippincott & Company, 1860 - English poetry |
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... wise at Oxford at the end of Mr. R.'s poems , as we learn from a letter of Sir Henry Wotton to our author ; but who that Mr. R. was , whether Ran- lately , though with additions and alterations , been exhibited on the stage several ...
... wise at Oxford at the end of Mr. R.'s poems , as we learn from a letter of Sir Henry Wotton to our author ; but who that Mr. R. was , whether Ran- lately , though with additions and alterations , been exhibited on the stage several ...
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... wise at Oxford at the end of Mr. R.'s poems , as we and among the manuscripts of Trinity College , in learn from a letter of Sir Henry Wotton to our Cambridge , there are two draughts in Milton's author ; but who that Mr. R. was ...
... wise at Oxford at the end of Mr. R.'s poems , as we and among the manuscripts of Trinity College , in learn from a letter of Sir Henry Wotton to our Cambridge , there are two draughts in Milton's author ; but who that Mr. R. was ...
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... wise , let loose at once his ire , Belike through impotence , or unaware , To give his enemies their wish , and end Them in his anger , whom his anger saves To punish endless ? Wherefore cease we then ? Say they who counsel war , we are ...
... wise , let loose at once his ire , Belike through impotence , or unaware , To give his enemies their wish , and end Them in his anger , whom his anger saves To punish endless ? Wherefore cease we then ? Say they who counsel war , we are ...
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... wise , And such I held thee ; but this question asked Puts me in doubt . Lives there who loves his pait . ? Who would not , finding way , break loose from hell , Though thither doomed ? Thou wouldst thyself no doubt , And boldly venture ...
... wise , And such I held thee ; but this question asked Puts me in doubt . Lives there who loves his pait . ? Who would not , finding way , break loose from hell , Though thither doomed ? Thou wouldst thyself no doubt , And boldly venture ...
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... wise , As not secure to single or combined . Frail is our happiness , if this be so , And Eden were no Eden , thus exposed . " To whom thus Adam fervently replied . " O woman , best are all things as the will breast , Adam , misthought ...
... wise , As not secure to single or combined . Frail is our happiness , if this be so , And Eden were no Eden , thus exposed . " To whom thus Adam fervently replied . " O woman , best are all things as the will breast , Adam , misthought ...
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Page 146 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 148 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page 36 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 23 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 36 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 37 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Page 144 - 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 22 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page xxxii - Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 130 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...