Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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... hear the tread " Of hateful steps : I must be viewless now . " [ Exit . 140 COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand , his glass in the other , with him a rout of Men and Women dressed as Bacchanals ; they come in making a riotous ...
... hear the tread " Of hateful steps : I must be viewless now . " [ Exit . 140 COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand , his glass in the other , with him a rout of Men and Women dressed as Bacchanals ; they come in making a riotous ...
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... hear " The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes , " Or sound of past'ral reed with oaten stops , " Or whistle from the lodge , or village cock " Count the night - watches to his feathery dames , " Twould be some solace yet , some ...
... hear " The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes , " Or sound of past'ral reed with oaten stops , " Or whistle from the lodge , or village cock " Count the night - watches to his feathery dames , " Twould be some solace yet , some ...
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... hear , " Till ' oft converse with heav'nly habitants " Eegin to cast a beam on th ' outward shape , " The unpolluted temple of the mind , " And turn it by degrees to the soul's essence , " Till all be made immortal . " But when lust 130 ...
... hear , " Till ' oft converse with heav'nly habitants " Eegin to cast a beam on th ' outward shape , " The unpolluted temple of the mind , " And turn it by degrees to the soul's essence , " Till all be made immortal . " But when lust 130 ...
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... hear Some far - off hallco break the silent air . Y. Bro . Methought so to ; what should it be ? E. Bro . For certain Either some one like us night - founder'd here , Or else some neighbour woodman , or at worst Some roving robber ...
... hear Some far - off hallco break the silent air . Y. Bro . Methought so to ; what should it be ? E. Bro . For certain Either some one like us night - founder'd here , Or else some neighbour woodman , or at worst Some roving robber ...
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... hear his madrigal , And sweeten'd ev'ry muskrose of the dale , How cam'st thou here , good Swain ? has any ram Slipp'd from the fold , or young kid lost his dam , Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook ? How couldst thou find this ...
... hear his madrigal , And sweeten'd ev'ry muskrose of the dale , How cam'st thou here , good Swain ? has any ram Slipp'd from the fold , or young kid lost his dam , Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook ? How couldst thou find this ...
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Seite 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Seite 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Seite 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Seite 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Seite 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Seite 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Seite 48 - 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 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Seite 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...