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... Rome to his own conceptions . At the Restoration , after all the diligence of his long service , and with conscious- ness not only of the merit of fidelity , but of the dignity of great abilities , he naturally expected ample ...
... Rome to his own conceptions . At the Restoration , after all the diligence of his long service , and with conscious- ness not only of the merit of fidelity , but of the dignity of great abilities , he naturally expected ample ...
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... Rome , it is but , as he says of Niobe , 5 In vultu color est sine sanguine : lumina moestis Stant immota genis : nihil est in imagine vivum.— Flet tamen- The truth is , for a man to write well , it is necessary to be in good humour ...
... Rome , it is but , as he says of Niobe , 5 In vultu color est sine sanguine : lumina moestis Stant immota genis : nihil est in imagine vivum.— Flet tamen- The truth is , for a man to write well , it is necessary to be in good humour ...
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... Rome ! And Lucan ( spite of Nero ) in each vein Had every drop of his spilt blood again : Homer , Sol's first - born , was not poor or blind , But saw as well in body as in mind . Tully , grave Cato , Solon , and the rest Of Greece's ...
... Rome ! And Lucan ( spite of Nero ) in each vein Had every drop of his spilt blood again : Homer , Sol's first - born , was not poor or blind , But saw as well in body as in mind . Tully , grave Cato , Solon , and the rest Of Greece's ...
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... Rome ! Thou would'st have call'd this death a martyrdom , And sainted him . My conscience give me leave , I'll do so too : if Fate will us bereave Of him we honour'd living , there must be A kind of reverence to his memory , After his ...
... Rome ! Thou would'st have call'd this death a martyrdom , And sainted him . My conscience give me leave , I'll do so too : if Fate will us bereave Of him we honour'd living , there must be A kind of reverence to his memory , After his ...
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... Rome's greatness yet : Thou art the first of orators ; only he Who best can praise thee , next must be . Welcome the Mantuan swan , Virgil the wise ! Whose verse walks highest , but not flies ; Who brought green Poesy to her perfect age ...
... Rome's greatness yet : Thou art the first of orators ; only he Who best can praise thee , next must be . Welcome the Mantuan swan , Virgil the wise ! Whose verse walks highest , but not flies ; Who brought green Poesy to her perfect age ...
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Adam Adam and Eve Androgeus angels appear arms beauty behold blest blood bold breast bright call'd Chromius clouds Comus Cowley death delight divine doth Du Bartas Earth eternal ev'n eyes fair fall fame fate fear fire flame friends give glory gods hand happy haste hath heart Heaven Hell honour hope Jabesh JOHN MILTON king labour learning less light live Lucifer lyre mighty Milton mind Moab Muse Nature never night noble numbers o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Pindar pleasure poem poets praise pride prince proud Pyrrhus rage rich Rome sacred Satan Saul Saul's Scene seem'd shine sight soul spirits stood sword tears thee thine things thought truth Twas Twill tyrant verse Virgil virtue Whilst whole wings wise wonder words wound youth
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Seite 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 475 - 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...
Seite 380 - 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. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Seite 476 - With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure: — But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Seite 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Seite 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Seite 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Seite 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, 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.
Seite 476 - 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 473 - 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...