Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, Том 2J. and R. Tonson, 1753 - Всего страниц: 335 |
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... Gods a foul reproach was III . So mounting up in icy - pearled car , 25Y ! 5 Through middle empire of the freezing air 114170 He wander'd long , till thee he fpy'd from far ; O There ended was his queft , there ceas'd his care , Down he ...
... Gods a foul reproach was III . So mounting up in icy - pearled car , 25Y ! 5 Through middle empire of the freezing air 114170 He wander'd long , till thee he fpy'd from far ; O There ended was his queft , there ceas'd his care , Down he ...
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... Gods , the poet seems to allude particularly to the cafe of Pluto , as reported by Claudian . De Rapt . Prof. I. 32 . Dux Erebi quondam tumidas ex- arfit in iras Pralia moturus fuperis , quod fo- lus egeret 35 Refolve Connubii ...
... Gods , the poet seems to allude particularly to the cafe of Pluto , as reported by Claudian . De Rapt . Prof. I. 32 . Dux Erebi quondam tumidas ex- arfit in iras Pralia moturus fuperis , quod fo- lus egeret 35 Refolve Connubii ...
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... God haft fent , A And render him with patience what he lent ; 75 This if thou do , he will an ofspring give , [ live . That till the world's laft end shall make thy name to Anno 68. Or drive away the flaughter- great plague in London ...
... God haft fent , A And render him with patience what he lent ; 75 This if thou do , he will an ofspring give , [ live . That till the world's laft end shall make thy name to Anno 68. Or drive away the flaughter- great plague in London ...
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... God ? Haft thou no verfe , no hymn , or folemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , 15 Now while the Heav'n by the fun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , 20 And all the fpangled host keep watch in ...
... God ? Haft thou no verfe , no hymn , or folemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , 15 Now while the Heav'n by the fun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , 20 And all the fpangled host keep watch in ...
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... As we read in 120 And Job XXXVIII . 7. When the morn- ing fars fang together , and all the fans of God fhouted for joy , C 4 131. And And caft the dark foundations deep , And bid the POEMS on Several OCCASIONS . HI . 23 .
... As we read in 120 And Job XXXVIII . 7. When the morn- ing fars fang together , and all the fans of God fhouted for joy , C 4 131. And And caft the dark foundations deep , And bid the POEMS on Several OCCASIONS . HI . 23 .
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Стр. 72 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, 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.
Стр. 71 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Стр. 58 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Стр. 70 - 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.
Стр. 188 - Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son...
Стр. 59 - 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
Стр. 15 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Стр. 260 - I am the Lord thy God, which brought Thee out of Egypt land ; Ask large enough, and I, besought, Will grant thy full demand.
Стр. 63 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...