The Harvard Classics, Volume 4P.F. Collier & son, 1909 - Literature |
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... SONG ON MAY MORNING ON TIME AT A SOLEMN MUSIC · PAGE 7 15 16 18 21 • 24 26 26 27 28 30 30 31 35 39 40 40 41 UPON THE CIRCUMCISION 42 ARCADES 43 COMUS , A MASK 46 LYCIDAS . 74 POEMS WRITTEN DURING THE CIVIL WAR AND THE PRO- TECTORATE ...
... SONG ON MAY MORNING ON TIME AT A SOLEMN MUSIC · PAGE 7 15 16 18 21 • 24 26 26 27 28 30 30 31 35 39 40 40 41 UPON THE CIRCUMCISION 42 ARCADES 43 COMUS , A MASK 46 LYCIDAS . 74 POEMS WRITTEN DURING THE CIVIL WAR AND THE PRO- TECTORATE ...
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... song Enwrap our fancy long , Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold ; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die , And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions ...
... song Enwrap our fancy long , Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold ; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die , And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions ...
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... song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest - teemèd star Hath fixed her polished car , Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright - harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable . A ...
... song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest - teemèd star Hath fixed her polished car , Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright - harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable . A ...
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... songs at king Alcinoüs ' feast , While sad Ulysses ' soul and all the rest Are held , with his melodious harmony , In willing chains and sweet captivity . But fie , my wandering Muse , how thou dost stray ! Expectance calls thee now ...
... songs at king Alcinoüs ' feast , While sad Ulysses ' soul and all the rest Are held , with his melodious harmony , In willing chains and sweet captivity . But fie , my wandering Muse , how thou dost stray ! Expectance calls thee now ...
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... song , And set my Harp to notes of saddest woe , Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long , Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse than so , Which he for us did freely undergo : Most perfect Hero , tried in heaviest plight Of ...
... song , And set my Harp to notes of saddest woe , Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long , Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse than so , Which he for us did freely undergo : Most perfect Hero , tried in heaviest plight Of ...
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Adam Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fire flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mortal night Nymph o'er pain Paradise peace Philistines praise quire reign replied round rowled Sams sapience Satan scape seat Serpent shade shalt shame shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder wrauth
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Page 76 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 32 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbrier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 34 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 136 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 77 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 26 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving, And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 36 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Page 78 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet...
Page 458 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 10 - When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal finger strook, Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Nature that heard such...