The British Poets, Volume 2Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... late . Some such resemblances methinks I find Of our last evening's talk in this thy dream , But with addition strange ; yet be not sad : Evil into the mind of god or man May come and go , so unapprov'd , and leave 95 100 105 110 115 98 ...
... late . Some such resemblances methinks I find Of our last evening's talk in this thy dream , But with addition strange ; yet be not sad : Evil into the mind of god or man May come and go , so unapprov'd , and leave 95 100 105 110 115 98 ...
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... Late fall'n himself from heaven , is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss ; By violence ? no ; for that shall be withstood , But by deceit and lies ; this let him know , Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend ...
... Late fall'n himself from heaven , is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss ; By violence ? no ; for that shall be withstood , But by deceit and lies ; this let him know , Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend ...
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... late insuetum diffundit odorem . ' and Fairfax's Tasso , lib . i . st . 14. Newton . Todd . 806 milky stream ] v . Apulei Metam . i . p . 27. ed . Delph . ' En , inquam , explere latice fontes lacteo . ' Beaumont's Psyche , c . iii . st ...
... late insuetum diffundit odorem . ' and Fairfax's Tasso , lib . i . st . 14. Newton . Todd . 806 milky stream ] v . Apulei Metam . i . p . 27. ed . Delph . ' En , inquam , explere latice fontes lacteo . ' Beaumont's Psyche , c . iii . st ...
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... ed . Burnet . ' Circling upwards can make from the globy sea whereon she stands . ' 673 Sleep'st thou ] See Nonni Dionysiaca , lib . xxix . v . 335 . Of yesterday so late hath past the lips 675 Of 28 PARADISE LOST .
... ed . Burnet . ' Circling upwards can make from the globy sea whereon she stands . ' 673 Sleep'st thou ] See Nonni Dionysiaca , lib . xxix . v . 335 . Of yesterday so late hath past the lips 675 Of 28 PARADISE LOST .
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Of yesterday so late hath past the lips 675 Of heav'n's Almighty ? Thou to me thy thoughts Wast wont , I mine to thee was wont to impart : Both waking we were one ; how then can now Thy sleep dissent ? new laws thou see'st impos'd ; New ...
Of yesterday so late hath past the lips 675 Of heav'n's Almighty ? Thou to me thy thoughts Wast wont , I mine to thee was wont to impart : Both waking we were one ; how then can now Thy sleep dissent ? new laws thou see'st impos'd ; New ...
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Page 5 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels...
Page 228 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.
Page 6 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Page 1 - Awake, My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight ! Awake : the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.
Page 167 - But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between : There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat, Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds At loop-holes cut through thickest shade...
Page 106 - By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung, As thitherward endeavouring, and upright Stood on my feet : about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams ; by these, Creatures that liv'd and mov'd, and walk'd or flew ; Birds on the branches warbling ; all things smil'd With fragrance, and with joy my heart o'erflow'd.
Page 94 - To God's eternal house direct the way, A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.
Page 1 - Why sleep'st thou, Eve? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labour'd song, now reigns Full orb'd the moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowy sets off the face of things, in vain, If none regard; heaven wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, nature's desire?
Page 102 - Rise on the earth ; or earth rise on the sun ; He from the east his flaming road begin, Or she from west her silent course advance, With inoffensive pace that spinning sleeps On her soft axle ; while she paces even, And bears thee soft with the smooth air along; Solicit not thy thoughts with matters hid ; Leave them to God above; him serve and fear.
Page 99 - Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide. Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars, how they will wield The mighty frame; how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances; how gird the sphere With centric and eccentric' scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb...