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Pagina 30
... wings were on her feet . She touch'd him with her harp , and rais'd him from the The shaken strings melodiously resound . " Art thou return'd at last , " said she , " To this forsaken place and me ? " Thou prodigal ! who didst so ...
... wings were on her feet . She touch'd him with her harp , and rais'd him from the The shaken strings melodiously resound . " Art thou return'd at last , " said she , " To this forsaken place and me ? " Thou prodigal ! who didst so ...
Pagina 45
... wing , Came summon'd over Eden , to receive Their names of thee : so over many a tract Of Heaven they march'd , and many a province wide , Tenfold the length of this terrene at last , Far in the horizon , to the north , appear'd From ...
... wing , Came summon'd over Eden , to receive Their names of thee : so over many a tract Of Heaven they march'd , and many a province wide , Tenfold the length of this terrene at last , Far in the horizon , to the north , appear'd From ...
Pagina 49
... wing , Tormented all the air ; all air seem'd then Conflicting fire : long time in even scale The battle hung ; till Satan , who that day Prodigious power had shown , and met in arms No equal , ranging through the dire attack Of ...
... wing , Tormented all the air ; all air seem'd then Conflicting fire : long time in even scale The battle hung ; till Satan , who that day Prodigious power had shown , and met in arms No equal , ranging through the dire attack Of ...
Pagina 50
... wing'd from God , Precipitate thee with augmented pain . ' " So spake the prince of angels ; to whom thus The adversary . Nor think thou , with wind Of airy threats , to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not . Hast thou turn'd the ...
... wing'd from God , Precipitate thee with augmented pain . ' " So spake the prince of angels ; to whom thus The adversary . Nor think thou , with wind Of airy threats , to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not . Hast thou turn'd the ...
Pagina 51
... wing Uriel and Raphael , his vaunting foe , Though huge , and in a rock of diamond arm'd Vanquish'd , Adramalech , and Asmadai ; Two potent thrones , that to be less than gods Disdain'd , but meaner thoughts learn'd in their flight ...
... wing Uriel and Raphael , his vaunting foe , Though huge , and in a rock of diamond arm'd Vanquish'd , Adramalech , and Asmadai ; Two potent thrones , that to be less than gods Disdain'd , but meaner thoughts learn'd in their flight ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Pagina 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Pagina 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Pagina 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Pagina 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Pagina 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pagina 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Pagina 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...