The Poetical Works of John Milton,: With Notes of Various Authors. To which are Added Illustrations, and Some Account of the Life and Writings of Milton,J. Johnson, 1809 |
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... fhall not thy facred vein 15 Afford a prefent to the Infant God ? Haft thou no verfe , no hymn , or folemn ftrain , To welcome him to this his new abode , Now while the heaven , by the fun's team untrod , Ver . 14. - a darksome house of ...
... fhall not thy facred vein 15 Afford a prefent to the Infant God ? Haft thou no verfe , no hymn , or folemn ftrain , To welcome him to this his new abode , Now while the heaven , by the fun's team untrod , Ver . 14. - a darksome house of ...
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... fhall aske . " " For Pan himself was their inheritaunce . " Again , in July . " And wonned not the great good Pan Upon monet Olivet ? " The brethren Twelve that kept yfere " The flockes of mightie Pan . " We should recollect , that ...
... fhall aske . " " For Pan himself was their inheritaunce . " Again , in July . " And wonned not the great good Pan Upon monet Olivet ? " The brethren Twelve that kept yfere " The flockes of mightie Pan . " We should recollect , that ...
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... fhall fpread his throne . XVIII . And then at laft our blifs Full and perfect is , 165 But now begins ; for , from this happy day , The old Dragon , under ground In ftraiter limits bound , Not half fo far cafts his ufurped fway ; And ...
... fhall fpread his throne . XVIII . And then at laft our blifs Full and perfect is , 165 But now begins ; for , from this happy day , The old Dragon , under ground In ftraiter limits bound , Not half fo far cafts his ufurped fway ; And ...
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... fhall fuch order in their cadence keep , " That they a native epitaph shall weep ; " Untill each letter fpelt diftinctly lyes " Cut by the mystick droppings of our eyes . " TODD . Ver . 50 . hurried on viewlefs wing ] See Com . v . 92 ...
... fhall fuch order in their cadence keep , " That they a native epitaph shall weep ; " Untill each letter fpelt diftinctly lyes " Cut by the mystick droppings of our eyes . " TODD . Ver . 50 . hurried on viewlefs wing ] See Com . v . 92 ...
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... fhall I borrow " To fhew his country's fighs for his decease ; " Court , city , country , all are fill'd with forrow . " I think the following paffage in Crafhaw's Hymn on the Name of Jefus , more applicable to the text : " May it be no ...
... fhall I borrow " To fhew his country's fighs for his decease ; " Court , city , country , all are fill'd with forrow . " I think the following paffage in Crafhaw's Hymn on the Name of Jefus , more applicable to the text : " May it be no ...
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Page 385 - 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 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 50 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race : Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain...
Page 8 - But he, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 18 - And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins ; for, from this happy day, The...
Page 9 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 88 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
Page 397 - I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs...
Page 19 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 4 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 88 - Death hath broke his girt, And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt, Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full, Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.