Milton's L'allegro, Il penseroso and Lycidas: ed. with an intr., paraphrase and vocabularies by F.S. Aldhouse. (Intermediate educ. course).1879 |
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... weep and wrung from Hell the request of Love ; or restore to life Chaucer who left unfinished the wondrous tale of Cambuscan and his sons , and his daughter and her wonder- working ring and mirror , and the Tartar King's brazen horse ...
... weep and wrung from Hell the request of Love ; or restore to life Chaucer who left unfinished the wondrous tale of Cambuscan and his sons , and his daughter and her wonder- working ring and mirror , and the Tartar King's brazen horse ...
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... weep no more . 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 forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter ...
... weep no more . 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 forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter ...
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... weep for thee , the woods mourn for thee , and so do the caves grown over with wild thyme and trailing vines , and their echoes swell the sounds of lamentation for the loss . No more shall thy music resound through the copses , and make ...
... weep for thee , the woods mourn for thee , and so do the caves grown over with wild thyme and trailing vines , and their echoes swell the sounds of lamentation for the loss . No more shall thy music resound through the copses , and make ...
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... Weep no more , woful shepherds , weep no more ; 165 For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean bed ; And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his ...
... Weep no more , woful shepherds , weep no more ; 165 For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean bed ; And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his ...
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... weep with pity : and , O ye dolphins , bring poor Lycidas ( even as ye brought Arion ) to his home . Dry your tears , mourning shepherds , for he whom you mourn is not dead he has sunk in the ocean as the sun sinks , but as the sun ...
... weep with pity : and , O ye dolphins , bring poor Lycidas ( even as ye brought Arion ) to his home . Dry your tears , mourning shepherds , for he whom you mourn is not dead he has sunk in the ocean as the sun sinks , but as the sun ...
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Seite 19 - 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, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 9 - 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 3 - Come pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Seite 11 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide...
Seite 7 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Seite 5 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Seite 11 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Seite 1 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Seite 5 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.