The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 25
Page 10
... look at will through every pore ? Then had I not been thus exil'd from light , As in the land of darknefs yet in light , 95 To live a life half dead , a living death , And bury'd ; but O yet more miserable ! Myfelf , my fepulchre , a ...
... look at will through every pore ? Then had I not been thus exil'd from light , As in the land of darknefs yet in light , 95 To live a life half dead , a living death , And bury'd ; but O yet more miserable ! Myfelf , my fepulchre , a ...
Page 13
... look up , or heave the head , Who like a foolish pilot have shipwrack'd My vessel trusted to me from above , Gloriously rigg'd ; and for a word , a tear , Fool , have divulg'd the fecret gift of God To a deceitful woman ? tell me ...
... look up , or heave the head , Who like a foolish pilot have shipwrack'd My vessel trusted to me from above , Gloriously rigg'd ; and for a word , a tear , Fool , have divulg'd the fecret gift of God To a deceitful woman ? tell me ...
Page 24
... I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded On hoftile ground , none daring my affront . Then fwoll'n with pride into the fnare I fell 530 of ལ . Of fair fallacious looks , venereal trains , Soften'd with 24 MILTON'S POEMS .
... I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded On hoftile ground , none daring my affront . Then fwoll'n with pride into the fnare I fell 530 of ལ . Of fair fallacious looks , venereal trains , Soften'd with 24 MILTON'S POEMS .
Page 25
Samuel Johnson. Of fair fallacious looks , venereal trains , Soften'd with pleasure and voluptuous life ; At length to lay my head and hallow'd pledge Of all my ftrength in the lafcivious lap Of a deceitful concubine , who fhore me Like ...
Samuel Johnson. Of fair fallacious looks , venereal trains , Soften'd with pleasure and voluptuous life ; At length to lay my head and hallow'd pledge Of all my ftrength in the lafcivious lap Of a deceitful concubine , who fhore me Like ...
Page 42
... Look now for no inchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward , I know him by his ftride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look Haughty as is his pile high - built and proud . Comes he in peace ...
... Look now for no inchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward , I know him by his ftride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look Haughty as is his pile high - built and proud . Comes he in peace ...
Other editions - View all
Popular passages
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