Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education1747 |
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... never yet was heard in Tale or Song , From old or modern Bard , in Hall or Bow'r . Bacchus , that first from out the purple Grape Crusht the sweet poison of mis - ufed Wine , After the Tufcan Mariners transform'd , Coafting the Tyrrbene ...
... never yet was heard in Tale or Song , From old or modern Bard , in Hall or Bow'r . Bacchus , that first from out the purple Grape Crusht the sweet poison of mis - ufed Wine , After the Tufcan Mariners transform'd , Coafting the Tyrrbene ...
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... never heard till now . I'll fpeak to her , And she shall be my Queen . Hail , foreign wonder , Whom certain these rough fhades did never breed ; Unless the Goddess that in rural fhrine Dwell'ft here with Pan , or Silvan , by bleft Song ...
... never heard till now . I'll fpeak to her , And she shall be my Queen . Hail , foreign wonder , Whom certain these rough fhades did never breed ; Unless the Goddess that in rural fhrine Dwell'ft here with Pan , or Silvan , by bleft Song ...
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... never more Still to be fo difplac'd . I was all ear , And took in ftrains , that might create a Soul Under the ribs of Death ; but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my moft honour'd Lady , your dear Sifter . Amaz'd ...
... never more Still to be fo difplac'd . I was all ear , And took in ftrains , that might create a Soul Under the ribs of Death ; but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my moft honour'd Lady , your dear Sifter . Amaz'd ...
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... never hurt , Surpriz'd by unjuft force , but not inthrall'd ; Yea even that , which mischief meant most harm , Shall in the happy trial prove most glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at ...
... never hurt , Surpriz'd by unjuft force , but not inthrall'd ; Yea even that , which mischief meant most harm , Shall in the happy trial prove most glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at ...
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... never mifs , From a thousand petty rills , That tumble down the snowy hills : Summer drought , or finged air Never fcorch thy treffes fair , Nor wet October's torrent flood Thy molten crystal fill with mud , May thy billows rowl afhoar ...
... never mifs , From a thousand petty rills , That tumble down the snowy hills : Summer drought , or finged air Never fcorch thy treffes fair , Nor wet October's torrent flood Thy molten crystal fill with mud , May thy billows rowl afhoar ...
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Página 367 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Página 212 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame...
Página 234 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Página 210 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light...
Página 211 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began; The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Página 189 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it, by degrees, to the soul's essence, 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 235 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
Página 211 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Página 240 - Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May ; Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love ; O if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate...