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... fate of gods and men is wound . Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie , To lull the daughters of Necessity , And keep unsteady Nature to her law , And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune , which none can hear ...
... fate of gods and men is wound . Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie , To lull the daughters of Necessity , And keep unsteady Nature to her law , And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune , which none can hear ...
Strona 24
... , Throned in celestial sheen , [ ing ; With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steer- And Heaven , as at some festival , Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall . But wisest Fate says no , This must not yet 24 MILTON .
... , Throned in celestial sheen , [ ing ; With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steer- And Heaven , as at some festival , Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall . But wisest Fate says no , This must not yet 24 MILTON .
Strona 25
British anthology. But wisest Fate says no , This must not yet be so ; The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify ; Yet first , to those ychain'd in sleep ...
British anthology. But wisest Fate says no , This must not yet be so ; The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify ; Yet first , to those ychain'd in sleep ...
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... in 1625 , when Milton was seventeen . fant was a daughter of the poet's sister , Philips . - Warton . Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ; For D3 ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT . 29 On the Death of a fair Infant · 29.
... in 1625 , when Milton was seventeen . fant was a daughter of the poet's sister , Philips . - Warton . Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ; For D3 ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT . 29 On the Death of a fair Infant · 29.
Strona 30
British anthology. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ; For so Apollo , with unweeting hand , Whilom did slay his dearly - loved mate , Young Hyacinth , born on Eurotas ' strand- Young Hyacinth , the pride of Spartan land ; But then ...
British anthology. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ; For so Apollo , with unweeting hand , Whilom did slay his dearly - loved mate , Young Hyacinth , born on Eurotas ' strand- Young Hyacinth , the pride of Spartan land ; But then ...
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Strona 10 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Strona 9 - 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, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night...
Strona 16 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Strona 6 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Strona 24 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Strona 7 - 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...
Strona 5 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Strona 19 - 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 societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strona 26 - In consecrated earth And on the holy hearth 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...
Strona 17 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.