The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry |
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... woods imboft , 1700 That no fecond knows nor third , And lay ere while a holocauft , From out her ashy womb now teem'd , Revives , reflorishes , then vigorous most When most unactive deem'd , 1705 And though her body die , her fame ...
... woods imboft , 1700 That no fecond knows nor third , And lay ere while a holocauft , From out her ashy womb now teem'd , Revives , reflorishes , then vigorous most When most unactive deem'd , 1705 And though her body die , her fame ...
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... her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous May , that doft inspire Mirth and youth and warm defire ; VOL . III . H 5 " Woods Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and ON MAY MORNING . 97.
... her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous May , that doft inspire Mirth and youth and warm defire ; VOL . III . H 5 " Woods Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and ON MAY MORNING . 97.
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Samuel Johnson. Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and dale doth boast thy bleffing . Thus we falute thee with our early fong , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . X. ON SHAKESPEAR . 1630 . 10 HAT needs my Shakespear for his ...
Samuel Johnson. Woods and groves are of thy dreffing , Hill and dale doth boast thy bleffing . Thus we falute thee with our early fong , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . X. ON SHAKESPEAR . 1630 . 10 HAT needs my Shakespear for his ...
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... hounds and horn Chearly roufe the flumbering morn , From the fide of fome hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill : 30 35 40 45 53 1 Some Some time walking not unseen By hedge - row elms 102 MILTON'S POEMS .
... hounds and horn Chearly roufe the flumbering morn , From the fide of fome hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill : 30 35 40 45 53 1 Some Some time walking not unseen By hedge - row elms 102 MILTON'S POEMS .
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... wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares , Lap me in foft Lydian airs , 120 125 130 135 Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out ...
... wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares , Lap me in foft Lydian airs , 120 125 130 135 Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out ...
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Page 82 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Page 65 - 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 183 - 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 180 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Page 109 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Page 160 - 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 105 - 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.
Page 108 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Page 11 - Let us not break in upon him. O change beyond report, thought, or belief!
Page 104 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...