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Strona viii
... glory of his country , was sent , together with his brother , to Paul's school , whereof Dr. Gill , the elder , was then chief master ; where he was entered into the first rudi- ments of learning , and advanced therein with that ad ...
... glory of his country , was sent , together with his brother , to Paul's school , whereof Dr. Gill , the elder , was then chief master ; where he was entered into the first rudi- ments of learning , and advanced therein with that ad ...
Strona xxii
... years be- fore the poem was begun , were shewn to me , others , as designed for the very beginning of the said tragedy . The verses are these : and some O thou that with surpassing glory crown'd ! Look'st from XXII THE LIFE OF.
... years be- fore the poem was begun , were shewn to me , others , as designed for the very beginning of the said tragedy . The verses are these : and some O thou that with surpassing glory crown'd ! Look'st from XXII THE LIFE OF.
Strona 2
... glory above his peers , He trusted to have equall'd the Most High , 40 If he oppos'd ; and , with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God , Rais'd impious war in heav'n , and battle proud , With vain attempt . Him the ...
... glory above his peers , He trusted to have equall'd the Most High , 40 If he oppos'd ; and , with ambitious aim Against the throne and monarchy of God , Rais'd impious war in heav'n , and battle proud , With vain attempt . Him the ...
Strona 3
... glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me . To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee , and deify his power , Who from the terror of this arm so late 110 Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed , That were an ignominy ...
... glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me . To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee , and deify his power , Who from the terror of this arm so late 110 Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed , That were an ignominy ...
Strona 4
... glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqu'ror ( whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpow'r'd such force as ours ) 145 Have left us this our ...
... glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqu'ror ( whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpow'r'd such force as ours ) 145 Have left us this our ...
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Strona 278 - 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.
Strona 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Strona 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Strona 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Strona 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Strona 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Strona 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. 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.
Strona 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Strona 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Strona 281 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.