The Lyric and Dramatic Poems of John MiltonH. Holt and Company, 1901 - 345 páginas |
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... thee Winter had no power ! Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead , Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb , 30 Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low - delvèd tomb ; Could Heaven , for pity , thee ...
... thee Winter had no power ! Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead , Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb , 30 Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low - delvèd tomb ; Could Heaven , for pity , thee ...
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... thee , and thy pardon ask That now I use thee in my latter task ! Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee ; I know my tongue but little grace can do thee . Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first ; Believe me , I have thither ...
... thee , and thy pardon ask That now I use thee in my latter task ! Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee ; I know my tongue but little grace can do thee . Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first ; Believe me , I have thither ...
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... thee search thy coffers round , Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound ; Such where the deep transported mind may soar Above the wheeling poles , and at heaven's door Look in , and see each blissful deity How he before the thunderous ...
... thee search thy coffers round , Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound ; Such where the deep transported mind may soar Above the wheeling poles , and at heaven's door Look in , and see each blissful deity How he before the thunderous ...
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... thee , son ; for at thy birth The faery ladies danced upon the hearth . The drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie , And , sweetly singing round about thy bed , Strew all their blessings ...
... thee , son ; for at thy birth The faery ladies danced upon the hearth . The drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie , And , sweetly singing round about thy bed , Strew all their blessings ...
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... thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . V ON SHAKESPEAR . 1630 . 5 ΙΟ WHAT needs my Shakespear for his honoured bones The labour of an age in pilèd stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a ...
... thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . V ON SHAKESPEAR . 1630 . 5 ΙΟ WHAT needs my Shakespear for his honoured bones The labour of an age in pilèd stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a ...
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Página 43 - 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.
Página 99 - Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even * To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Página 92 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done?
Página 93 - 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...
Página 40 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering Moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Página 34 - 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...
Página 96 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 37 - 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. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, — Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon...
Página 95 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Página 38 - 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...