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... captivity Among inhuman foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet fteering this way ; Perhaps my enemies who come to stare 100 105 110 At At my affliction , and perhaps t ' insult , MILTON'S POEMS .
... captivity Among inhuman foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet fteering this way ; Perhaps my enemies who come to stare 100 105 110 At At my affliction , and perhaps t ' insult , MILTON'S POEMS .
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... hear the found of words , their sense the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He fpeaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ; Matchlefs in [ might , We come thy friends and neighbours not ...
... hear the found of words , their sense the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He fpeaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ; Matchlefs in [ might , We come thy friends and neighbours not ...
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... hear me , Samfon ; not that I endevor To leffen or extenuate my offense , But that on th ' other fide if it be weigh'd By ' itself , with aggravations not furcharg'd , Or elfe with just allowance counterpois'd , I may , if poffible ...
... hear me , Samfon ; not that I endevor To leffen or extenuate my offense , But that on th ' other fide if it be weigh'd By ' itself , with aggravations not furcharg'd , Or elfe with just allowance counterpois'd , I may , if poffible ...
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... Hear what affaults I had , what fnares befides , What fieges girt me round , ere I consented ; Which might have aw'd the best - resolv'd of men , The conftanteft , to ' have yielded without blame . It was not gold , as to my charge thou ...
... Hear what affaults I had , what fnares befides , What fieges girt me round , ere I consented ; Which might have aw'd the best - resolv'd of men , The conftanteft , to ' have yielded without blame . It was not gold , as to my charge thou ...
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... Hear thefe difhonors , and not render death ? 1230 SAMS . No man withholds thee , nothing from thy hand Fear I incurable ; bring up thy van , My heels are fetter'd , but my fift is free . HAR . This infolence other kind of anfwer fits ...
... Hear thefe difhonors , and not render death ? 1230 SAMS . No man withholds thee , nothing from thy hand Fear I incurable ; bring up thy van , My heels are fetter'd , but my fift is free . HAR . This infolence other kind of anfwer fits ...
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Page 97 - And frefh-blown rofes wafh'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Hafte thee, Nymph, and bring with thee 25 Jeft 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 fleek;
Page 153 - corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon
Page 155 - hair ? Fame is the fpur that the clear fpi'rit doth raife 70 (That laft infirmity of noble mind) To fcorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burft out into fudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th
Page 154 - lov'd to hear our fong. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never muft return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and defert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copfes green, Shall now no more be feen,
Page 101 - With ftore of ladies, whofe 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 125 In faffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feaft, and revelry, With
Page 100 - Or if the earlier feafon lead To the tann'd haycock in the mead. 90 Sometimes with fecure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocond rebecs found To many a youth, and many a maid, 95 Dancing in the chequer'd fhade; And young and old come forth to play On a
Page 154 - 25 Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her fultry horn, Battening our flocks with the frefh dews of night Oft till the ftar that rofe, at evening, bright, 30 Tow'ard Heav'n's defcent had flop'd his
Page 177 - or moon, or ftar, throughout the year, 5 Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not .Againft Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but ftill bear up and fteer Right onward. What fupports me, doft thou afk ? The
Page 101 - Lap me in foft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verfe, Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked fweetnefs long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwifting all the chains that ty The hidden foul of harmony ; That Orpheus
Page 104 - In her fweeteft, faddeft plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon .yoke, Gently o'er th' accuftom'd oak; 60 Sweet bird that fhunn'ft the noife of folly, Moft mufical, moft melancholy ! Thee, chauntrefs, oft, the woods among, I woo to hear thy