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... hath made me diligent to collect , and set forth such peeces both in prose and verse , as may renew the wonted honour and esteem of our English tongue : and it's the worth of these both English and Latin poems , not the flourish of any ...
... hath made me diligent to collect , and set forth such peeces both in prose and verse , as may renew the wonted honour and esteem of our English tongue : and it's the worth of these both English and Latin poems , not the flourish of any ...
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... hath tired my pen to give my several friends satisfaction , and brought me to a necessity of pro- ducing it to the publike view ; and now to offer it up in all rightful devotion to those fair hopes and rare endowments of your much ...
... hath tired my pen to give my several friends satisfaction , and brought me to a necessity of pro- ducing it to the publike view ; and now to offer it up in all rightful devotion to those fair hopes and rare endowments of your much ...
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... hath given , granted and assigned , and by these puts doth give , grant and assign unto the said Sam Symous , his executors , and assignes , All that Booke , Copy , or Manuscript of a Poem intituled Paradise Lost , or by what- soever ...
... hath given , granted and assigned , and by these puts doth give , grant and assign unto the said Sam Symous , his executors , and assignes , All that Booke , Copy , or Manuscript of a Poem intituled Paradise Lost , or by what- soever ...
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... hath been for several years , he had justly merited from that great historian an eulogy not inferior to the highest , by him given to all the learned and ingenious that lived within the compass of his history . For we may safely and ...
... hath been for several years , he had justly merited from that great historian an eulogy not inferior to the highest , by him given to all the learned and ingenious that lived within the compass of his history . For we may safely and ...
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... hath a large elegant Italian canzonet in his praise ; Dati , a Latin epistle - both printed before his Latin poems , together with a Latin distich of the Marquis of Villa , and another of Sel- vaggi , and a Latin tetrastich of Giovanni ...
... hath a large elegant Italian canzonet in his praise ; Dati , a Latin epistle - both printed before his Latin poems , together with a Latin distich of the Marquis of Villa , and another of Sel- vaggi , and a Latin tetrastich of Giovanni ...
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Adam agni amorous angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherubim cloud COMUS Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honor ipse Israel John Milton join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mortal night numina o'er Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines poems praise quæ reign return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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Page 413 - 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 415 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long, drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 45 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Page 134 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 456 - 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 49 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Page 203 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Page 106 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 455 - 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? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis...
Page 455 - What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ; Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.