L'allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and LycidasGinn, 1900 - 130 Seiten |
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... wind . The loss of the friend whose death he laments seems to have recalled , with double force , the reality of those speculations which they had indulged together ; we are transported to classic ground , and a mysterious strain steals ...
... wind . The loss of the friend whose death he laments seems to have recalled , with double force , the reality of those speculations which they had indulged together ; we are transported to classic ground , and a mysterious strain steals ...
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... - crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether ( as some sager sing ) The frolic wind that breathes the spring , Zephyr , with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying , I IO 20 There , on beds of violets blue , H. Ja L'ALLEGRO I.
... - crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether ( as some sager sing ) The frolic wind that breathes the spring , Zephyr , with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying , I IO 20 There , on beds of violets blue , H. Ja L'ALLEGRO I.
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... winds soon lulled asleep . Towered cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold , In weeds of peace , high triumphs hold , With store of ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge ...
... winds soon lulled asleep . Towered cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold , In weeds of peace , high triumphs hold , With store of ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence , and judge ...
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... winds are piping loud , Or ushered with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves , With minute - drops from off the eaves . And , when the sun begins to fling . His flaring beams , me , Goddess ...
... winds are piping loud , Or ushered with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves , With minute - drops from off the eaves . And , when the sun begins to fling . His flaring beams , me , Goddess ...
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... winds listed , On Circe's island fell . ( Who knows not Circe , The daughter of the Sun , whose charmèd cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape , And downward fell into a grovelling swine ? ) This Nymph , that gazed upon his ...
... winds listed , On Circe's island fell . ( Who knows not Circe , The daughter of the Sun , whose charmèd cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape , And downward fell into a grovelling swine ? ) This Nymph , that gazed upon his ...
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Adonais Æneid allusion ancient beauty Ben Jonson brother Browne called Cambridge character charm chastity Class Comus Contrast Corineus darkness daughter Dict Eclogue edition Elizabethan enchanter English epithet Estrildis Explain eyes fair fancy flowers genius goddess golden grace Greek Hales hath Heaven Il Penseroso imagination Jerram John Milton Jove Keightley L'Al L'Allegro Lady Landor Latin lines Locrine look up etymology Lord Brackley Lycidas masque Masson meaning Melancholy Milton mind mirth Monody mortal Muse nature Neptune night nymph Odyssey Paradise Lost passage pastoral poetry Penseroso perhaps phrase poem poet poetic prose quoted by Todd referring Robin Goodfellow Sabrina says Schmidt seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shepherd sing sister solemn song soul Spenser Spir spirit star supposed sweet thee Theocritus thou thought Thyrsis verb Verity verse Virgil Virtue Warton winds wood word youth
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Seite xi - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite xlix - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Seite 51 - And as he passes, turn And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. 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 eye-lids of the Morn...
Seite 54 - 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.
Seite 55 - For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit's! the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 11 - 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 Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Seite 7 - But hail, thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop Queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Seite 4 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd 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.
Seite 8 - Such mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn 35 Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Seite 54 - Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouths ! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have...