Paradise Regain'd: A Poem. In Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes. And Poems Upon Several Occasions. Compos'd at Several TimesJacob Tonson, 1707 - 457 páginas |
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... birth Or the fphear of fortune raises ; But thee whofe ftrength , while virtue was her mate , Might have fubdu'd the Earth , Univerfally crown'd with highest praises . Sams Samf . I here the found of words , their 118 SAMSON AGONISTES .
... birth Or the fphear of fortune raises ; But thee whofe ftrength , while virtue was her mate , Might have fubdu'd the Earth , Univerfally crown'd with highest praises . Sams Samf . I here the found of words , their 118 SAMSON AGONISTES .
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... Sam . Tongue - doughty Giant , how dost thou prove Har . Is not thy Nation subject to our Lords ? Their Magiftrates confest it , when they took thee As As a League - breaker and deliver'd bound Into our 154 SAMSON AGONISTES .
... Sam . Tongue - doughty Giant , how dost thou prove Har . Is not thy Nation subject to our Lords ? Their Magiftrates confest it , when they took thee As As a League - breaker and deliver'd bound Into our 154 SAMSON AGONISTES .
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... Sams . Be of good courage , I begin to feel [ reach . Some rouzing motions in me which dispose To fomething extraordinary my thoughts . I with this Messenger will go along , Nothing to do , be sure , that may dishonour Our Law , or ...
... Sams . Be of good courage , I begin to feel [ reach . Some rouzing motions in me which dispose To fomething extraordinary my thoughts . I with this Messenger will go along , Nothing to do , be sure , that may dishonour Our Law , or ...
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Términos y frases comunes
aftra againſt agni Amor anſwer Atque beft beſt caft call'd cauſe Chor Dagon darkneſs doft domino jam domum impaſti doth e'er Earth Elegia eyes faid fair fame fave fear Feaſt feek fhades fhall fhew fibi fide fing firſt foes folemn fome fonos foon fræna ftill fuch glory Hæc haſt hath Heav'n higheſt himſelf honour houſe Ifrael illa ille ipfe jam non vacat juſt King laſt leaſt lefs loft Lord Lycidas malè mihi moſt muſt night numina Nunc o'er Olympo Pfalm pleaſe pow'r praiſe preſent PSAL quæ quid quoque reaſon reply'd reſt Samf Samfon ſeek ſeems ſelf ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſome Son of God Song ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſweet thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou art thought Throne thy felf tibi ulmo virtue weakneſs whofe whoſe wilt worſe
Pasajes populares
Página 194 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Página 195 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Página 189 - 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. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 176 - 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.
Página 196 - 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...
Página 156 - Is hate, not help to me, it may with mine Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.
Página 259 - 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...
Página 105 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Página 48 - Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other...
Página 269 - 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 foregoes his wonted seat.