The Poetical Works, of John Milton: With a Memoir and Seven EmbellishmentsJ.J. Chidley, 1847 |
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... taste : Betwixt them , lawns , or level downs , and flocks Grazing the tender herb , were interposed , Or palmy hillock , or the flowery lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store ; Flowers of all hue , and without thorn the rose ...
... taste : Betwixt them , lawns , or level downs , and flocks Grazing the tender herb , were interposed , Or palmy hillock , or the flowery lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store ; Flowers of all hue , and without thorn the rose ...
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... taste is now of joy . Happy , but for so happy ill secured , Long to continue ; and this high seat , your heaven , Ill fenced for heaven , to keep out such a foe As now is enter'd : yet no purposed foe To you , whom I could pity , thus ...
... taste is now of joy . Happy , but for so happy ill secured , Long to continue ; and this high seat , your heaven , Ill fenced for heaven , to keep out such a foe As now is enter'd : yet no purposed foe To you , whom I could pity , thus ...
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... taste that only tree 415 420 Of knowledge , planted by the tree of life . So near grows death to life , whate'er death'is ; Some dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou know'st , 425 God hath pronounced it death to taste that tree ; The ...
... taste that only tree 415 420 Of knowledge , planted by the tree of life . So near grows death to life , whate'er death'is ; Some dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou know'st , 425 God hath pronounced it death to taste that tree ; The ...
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... taste : Knowledge forbidden ? Suspicious , reasonless . Why should their Lord Envy them that ? Can it be sin to know ? Can it be death ? And do they only stand By ignorance ? Is that their happy state , The proof of their obedience and ...
... taste : Knowledge forbidden ? Suspicious , reasonless . Why should their Lord Envy them that ? Can it be sin to know ? Can it be death ? And do they only stand By ignorance ? Is that their happy state , The proof of their obedience and ...
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... taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ? is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall from me withhold Longer thy offer'd good ; why else set here ? ' This said ; he paused not , but ...
... taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ? is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall from me withhold Longer thy offer'd good ; why else set here ? ' This said ; he paused not , but ...
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Page 374 - 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. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty...
Page 396 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 54 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 373 - 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 370 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Page 371 - 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 382 - Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar King did ride; And if aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Page 372 - Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 350 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 372 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd 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 daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.