The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... dark steps , a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of fun or shade : There I am wont to fit , when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil , Daily ' in the common prifon else injoin'd me , Where I , a prisoner ...
... dark steps , a little further on ; For yonder bank hath choice of fun or shade : There I am wont to fit , when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil , Daily ' in the common prifon else injoin'd me , Where I , a prisoner ...
Strona 9
... dark in light expos'd To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong , Within doors , or without , ftill as a fool , In pow'r of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I feem to live , dead more than half . O dark , dark , dark , amid ...
... dark in light expos'd To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong , Within doors , or without , ftill as a fool , In pow'r of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I feem to live , dead more than half . O dark , dark , dark , amid ...
Strona 10
... dark And filent as the moon , When the deferts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light fo ... darkness yet in light , To live a life half dead , a living death , And bury'd ; but O yet more miserable ! Myfelf , my ...
... dark And filent as the moon , When the deferts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light fo ... darkness yet in light , To live a life half dead , a living death , And bury'd ; but O yet more miserable ! Myfelf , my ...
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... dark ? Thou art become ( O worst imprisonment ! ) The dungeon of thyself ; thy foul 155 ( Which men enjoying fight oft without cause complain ) Imprifon'd now indeed , In real darkness of the body dwells , Shut up from outward light 160 ...
... dark ? Thou art become ( O worst imprisonment ! ) The dungeon of thyself ; thy foul 155 ( Which men enjoying fight oft without cause complain ) Imprifon'd now indeed , In real darkness of the body dwells , Shut up from outward light 160 ...
Strona 26
... thus . ( SAMS . All otherwise to me my thoughts portend , That these dark orbs no more shall treat with light , Nor th ' other light of life continue long , But But yield to double darknefs nigh at hand : So 26 MILTON'S POEMS .
... thus . ( SAMS . All otherwise to me my thoughts portend , That these dark orbs no more shall treat with light , Nor th ' other light of life continue long , But But yield to double darknefs nigh at hand : So 26 MILTON'S POEMS .
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Strona 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Strona 65 - 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.
Strona 102 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Strona 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Strona 160 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Strona 158 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Strona 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Strona 159 - 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. But not the praise...
Strona 79 - 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 kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Strona 106 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...