The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and CollinsJ. Grigg, 1836 |
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... seems parts , those of the two brothers , were performed by the more extraordinary , as that society has always his Lordship's sons , the Lord Brackly , and Mr. encouraged learning and learned men , had the Thomas Egerton , and that of ...
... seems parts , those of the two brothers , were performed by the more extraordinary , as that society has always his Lordship's sons , the Lord Brackly , and Mr. encouraged learning and learned men , had the Thomas Egerton , and that of ...
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... seems to have first discovered now suppose , that the accessory might help out his acrimony against Archbishop Laud , and to the principal , according to the art of stationers , have threatened him with the loss of his head , and leave ...
... seems to have first discovered now suppose , that the accessory might help out his acrimony against Archbishop Laud , and to the principal , according to the art of stationers , have threatened him with the loss of his head , and leave ...
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... seems that Holstenius had studied three years at Oxford , and this might dispose him to be more friendly to the English , but he took a particular liking and affection to Milton ; and Milton , to thank him for all his favours , wrote to ...
... seems that Holstenius had studied three years at Oxford , and this might dispose him to be more friendly to the English , but he took a particular liking and affection to Milton ; and Milton , to thank him for all his favours , wrote to ...
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... seem to possess my forehead and treats Morus with such severity as nothing could temples , which after meat especially ... seems to admit I know not what little smallness of light as through a chink . " But it does not appear what answer ...
... seem to possess my forehead and treats Morus with such severity as nothing could temples , which after meat especially ... seems to admit I know not what little smallness of light as through a chink . " But it does not appear what answer ...
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... seems to say just the contrary , as if he Simmons , the printer , is dated April 27 , 1667 , and could not make any verses to his satisfaction till is in the hands of Mr. Tonson , the bookseller , as the spring begun : and he says ...
... seems to say just the contrary , as if he Simmons , the printer , is dated April 27 , 1667 , and could not make any verses to his satisfaction till is in the hands of Mr. Tonson , the bookseller , as the spring begun : and he says ...
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Seite 16 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Seite 44 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Seite 44 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a...
Seite 44 - Await, alike, the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud ! impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle, and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, . Or flattery sooth the dull, cold ear of death...
Seite 153 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 150 - Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 152 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 150 - 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. 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Seite 158 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Seite 144 - 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.