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So spake our Morning-star, then in his rise, And, looking round, on every side
heheld A pathless desart, dusk with horrid shades ; The way he came not having
mark'd, return Was difficult, by human steps untrod : And he still on was led, but ...
So spake our Morning-star, then in his rise, And, looking round, on every side
heheld A pathless desart, dusk with horrid shades ; The way he came not having
mark'd, return Was difficult, by human steps untrod : And he still on was led, but ...
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Jesus refers him to the time allotted for this, as for all oilier things ; and, after
intimating somewhat respecting his own previous sufferings, asks Satan, why he
should be so solicitous for the exaltation of one, whose rising was destined to be
his ...
Jesus refers him to the time allotted for this, as for all oilier things ; and, after
intimating somewhat respecting his own previous sufferings, asks Satan, why he
should be so solicitous for the exaltation of one, whose rising was destined to be
his ...
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... and goes about to rise. Comus. Nay, Lady, sit ; if I but wave this wand, Your
nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, And you a statue, or, as Daphne was, Root
-bound that fled Apollo. Lad;;. Fool, do not boast ; Thou canst not touch COMUS.
... and goes about to rise. Comus. Nay, Lady, sit ; if I but wave this wand, Your
nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, And you a statue, or, as Daphne was, Root
-bound that fled Apollo. Lad;;. Fool, do not boast ; Thou canst not touch COMUS.
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... Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy
streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head, From the coral-
paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answer'd
have.
... Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy
streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head, From the coral-
paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answer'd
have.
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... Sleeking her sofi alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy
streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head, From the coral-
paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answer'd
have.
... Sleeking her sofi alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy
streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head, From the coral-
paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answer'd
have.
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Angels appear arms begin bring Brother brought cause Chorus comes Comus dark death deeds deep delight divine doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fall fame father fear feast fell foes force give glory Gods grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold holy honour hope Israel keep king Lady land leave less light live look Lord lost Manoah means mind mortal Nature never night o'er once peace perhaps praise pure reign rest rise round Samson Satan seat seek shades shalt side sight sing song sons soon soul Spirit stand strength sweet tell thee things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Till true truth virtue voice winds wings wise wonder wood
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Page 170 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
Page 134 - The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 135 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old. Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 140 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 144 - 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.
Page 136 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
Page 140 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 130 - And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Page 150 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
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| Title | Cowper's Milton [the poetical works, with life, notes and tr. by W. Cowper. Ed. by W. Hayley]. Volume 4 of Cowper's Milton [the poetical works, with life, notes and tr. by W. Cowper. Ed. by W. Hayley], William Cowper |
| Author | John Milton |
| Editors | William Cowper, William Hayley |
| Publisher | W. Mason, 1810 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Aug 2006 |
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