Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Volume 2J. Nichol, 1853 |
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... didst reject The perfect season offer'd with my aid To win thy destin'd seat , but wilt prolong All to the push of fate , pursue thy way Of gaining David's throne no man knows when , - For both the when and how is no where told , Thou ...
... didst reject The perfect season offer'd with my aid To win thy destin'd seat , but wilt prolong All to the push of fate , pursue thy way Of gaining David's throne no man knows when , - For both the when and how is no where told , Thou ...
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... didst debel , 1 and down from Heaven cast With all his army ; now thou hast aveng'd Supplanted Adam , and , by vanquishing Temptation , hast regain'd lost Paradise , And frustrated the conquest fraudulent . เ Debel : ' defeat . He never ...
... didst debel , 1 and down from Heaven cast With all his army ; now thou hast aveng'd Supplanted Adam , and , by vanquishing Temptation , hast regain'd lost Paradise , And frustrated the conquest fraudulent . เ Debel : ' defeat . He never ...
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... 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 sooner ...
... 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 sooner ...
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... didst exalt them high ; Unseemly falls in human eye , Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leavest them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane , their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey , or else captív'd ; Or to the ...
... didst exalt them high ; Unseemly falls in human eye , Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leavest them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane , their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey , or else captív'd ; Or to the ...
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... Didst thou at first receive me for thy husband , Then , as since then , thy country's foe profess'd ? Being once a wife , for me thou wast to leave Parents and country ; nor was I their subject , Nor under their protection , but my own ...
... Didst thou at first receive me for thy husband , Then , as since then , thy country's foe profess'd ? Being once a wife , for me thou wast to leave Parents and country ; nor was I their subject , Nor under their protection , but my own ...
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Page 183 - 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 hallow'd haunt.
Page 170 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 177 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 175 - 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 ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 168 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Page 181 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 199 - 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 172 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 178 - 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 215 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...