Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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... sweet poison of misus'd wine , " After the Tuscan mariners transform'd , 66 80 Coasting the Tyrrhene shore as the winds listed , " On Circe's island fell : ( who knows not Circe , " The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup " Whoever ...
... sweet poison of misus'd wine , " After the Tuscan mariners transform'd , 66 80 Coasting the Tyrrhene shore as the winds listed , " On Circe's island fell : ( who knows not Circe , " The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup " Whoever ...
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... sweets to prove ; Venus now wakes and wakens Love : Come , let us our rites begin ; ' Tis only day - light that makes sin . Comus . Hail , goddess of nocturnal sport , 160 170 Dark - veil'd Cotytto ! to whom the secret flamé 180 Of ...
... sweets to prove ; Venus now wakes and wakens Love : Come , let us our rites begin ; ' Tis only day - light that makes sin . Comus . Hail , goddess of nocturnal sport , 160 170 Dark - veil'd Cotytto ! to whom the secret flamé 180 Of ...
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... sweet variety ; By turns we drink , and dance , and sing , Love forever on the wing . Why should niggard rules control Transports of the jovial soul ? No dull stinting hour we own ; Pleasure counts our time alone . Comus . Come , knit ...
... sweet variety ; By turns we drink , and dance , and sing , Love forever on the wing . Why should niggard rules control Transports of the jovial soul ? No dull stinting hour we own ; Pleasure counts our time alone . Comus . Come , knit ...
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... Sweet Echo , sweetest nymph ! that liv'st unseen Within thy aëry cell , By slow Maander's margent green , And in the violet - embroider'd vale , Where the lovelorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song 289 mourneth well ; 290 Canst ...
... Sweet Echo , sweetest nymph ! that liv'st unseen Within thy aëry cell , By slow Maander's margent green , And in the violet - embroider'd vale , Where the lovelorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song 289 mourneth well ; 290 Canst ...
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... Sweet queen of parly , daughter of the Sphere ! So may'st thou be translated to the skies , And give resounding grace to all heav'n's harmonies . Comus aside . ] Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ...
... Sweet queen of parly , daughter of the Sphere ! So may'st thou be translated to the skies , And give resounding grace to all heav'n's harmonies . Comus aside . ] Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Página 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Página 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Página 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Página 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Página 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Página 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Página 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...