Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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... sure ( For so I can distinguish by mine art ) Benighted in these woods . Now to my charms , And to my wily trains . I shall ere long Be well stock'd with as fair a herd as graz'd About my mother Circe . Thus I hurl My dazzling spells ...
... sure ( For so I can distinguish by mine art ) Benighted in these woods . Now to my charms , And to my wily trains . I shall ere long Be well stock'd with as fair a herd as graz'd About my mother Circe . Thus I hurl My dazzling spells ...
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... Sure something holy lodges in that breast , " And with these raptures moves the vocal air " To testify his hidden residence : " How sweetly did they float upon the wings " Of silence through the empty - vaulted night , " At ev'ry fall ...
... Sure something holy lodges in that breast , " And with these raptures moves the vocal air " To testify his hidden residence : " How sweetly did they float upon the wings " Of silence through the empty - vaulted night , " At ev'ry fall ...
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... sure guess of well - practis'd feet . " Com . I know each lane and ev'ry alley green , Dingle or bushy dell , of this wide wood , " And ev'ry bosky bourn from side to side , ” My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood ; And if your stray ...
... sure guess of well - practis'd feet . " Com . I know each lane and ev'ry alley green , Dingle or bushy dell , of this wide wood , " And ev'ry bosky bourn from side to side , ” My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood ; And if your stray ...
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... sure . E. Bro . Thyrsis ? whose artful strains have oft ' de- lay'd The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And sweeten'd ev'ry muskrose of the dale , How cam'st thou here , good Swain ? has any ram Slipp'd from the fold , or young ...
... sure . E. Bro . Thyrsis ? whose artful strains have oft ' de- lay'd The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And sweeten'd ev'ry muskrose of the dale , How cam'st thou here , good Swain ? has any ram Slipp'd from the fold , or young ...
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... Sure the squeamish fops are free To rid me of dull company . They have charms whilst mine can please ; I love them much , but more my ease ; Nor jealous fears my love molest , Nor faithless vows shall break my rest . 80 Why should they ...
... Sure the squeamish fops are free To rid me of dull company . They have charms whilst mine can please ; I love them much , but more my ease ; Nor jealous fears my love molest , Nor faithless vows shall break my rest . 80 Why should they ...
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Strona 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Strona 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Strona 34 - 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.
Strona 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Strona 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Strona 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Strona 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Strona 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strona 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Strona 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...