The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... captivity Among inhuman foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet fteering this way ; Perhaps my enemies who come to ftare 110 At At my affliction , and perhaps t ' infult , ΤΟ MILTON'S POEMS .
... captivity Among inhuman foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet fteering this way ; Perhaps my enemies who come to ftare 110 At At my affliction , and perhaps t ' infult , ΤΟ MILTON'S POEMS .
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... hear the found of words , their fenfe the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He speaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ; Matchlefs in [ might , We come thy friends and neighbours not ...
... hear the found of words , their fenfe the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He speaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ; Matchlefs in [ might , We come thy friends and neighbours not ...
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... hear me , Samfon ; not that I endevor To leffen or extenuate my offense , But that on th ' other fide if it be weigh'd By ' itself , with aggravations not surcharg'd , Or elfe with just allowance counterpois'd , I may , if poffible ...
... hear me , Samfon ; not that I endevor To leffen or extenuate my offense , But that on th ' other fide if it be weigh'd By ' itself , with aggravations not surcharg'd , Or elfe with just allowance counterpois'd , I may , if poffible ...
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... Hear what affaults I had , what fnares befides , What fieges girt me round , ere I confented ; Which might have aw'd the best - refolv'd of men , The conftanteft , to ' have yielded without blame . It was not gold , as to my charge thou ...
... Hear what affaults I had , what fnares befides , What fieges girt me round , ere I confented ; Which might have aw'd the best - refolv'd of men , The conftanteft , to ' have yielded without blame . It was not gold , as to my charge thou ...
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... Hear thefe dishonors , and not render death ? SAMS . No man withholds thee , nothing from thy hand Fear I incurable ; bring up thy van , My heels are fetter'd , but my fift is free . 1230 1235 HAR . This infolence other kind of anfwer ...
... Hear thefe dishonors , and not render death ? SAMS . No man withholds thee , nothing from thy hand Fear I incurable ; bring up thy van , My heels are fetter'd , but my fift is free . 1230 1235 HAR . This infolence other kind of anfwer ...
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Sida 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Sida 65 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Sida 102 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Sida 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Sida 160 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Sida 158 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Sida 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Sida 159 - 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. But not the praise...
Sida 79 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Sida 106 - 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...