The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, Band 2Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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... Lady Margaret Ley X. On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises XI . On the same 210 · 211 • 211 212 XII . To a virtuous Young Lady . 212 • XIII . To Mr. H. Lawes , on the publishing his Airs . 213 XIV . On the ...
... Lady Margaret Ley X. On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises XI . On the same 210 · 211 • 211 212 XII . To a virtuous Young Lady . 212 • XIII . To Mr. H. Lawes , on the publishing his Airs . 213 XIV . On the ...
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... Harvey John Milton James Montgomery. THE PERSONS . SABRINA , the Nymph . " 1 ORRIN SMITH . S COMUS . The first. The attendant Spirit , afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS . COMUS , with his Crew . The Lady . First Brother . Second Brother .
... Harvey John Milton James Montgomery. THE PERSONS . SABRINA , the Nymph . " 1 ORRIN SMITH . S COMUS . The first. The attendant Spirit , afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS . COMUS , with his Crew . The Lady . First Brother . Second Brother .
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... LADY enters . Lady . This way the noise was , if mine ear be true 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 ...
... LADY enters . Lady . This way the noise was , if mine ear be true 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 ...
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... lady , hath bereft you Lady . Dim darkness , and this leafy labyrinth . Comus . Could that divide you from near - ushering guides ? turf . Lady . They left me , weary , on a grassy Comus . By falsehood , or discourtesy , or why ? Lady ...
... lady , hath bereft you Lady . Dim darkness , and this leafy labyrinth . Comus . Could that divide you from near - ushering guides ? turf . Lady . They left me , weary , on a grassy Comus . By falsehood , or discourtesy , or why ? Lady ...
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... lady , to a low But loyal cottage , where you may be safe Till further quest . Lady . Shepherd , I take thy word , And trust thy honest - offer'd courtesy , Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds , With smoky rafters , than in ...
... lady , to a low But loyal cottage , where you may be safe Till further quest . Lady . Shepherd , I take thy word , And trust thy honest - offer'd courtesy , Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds , With smoky rafters , than in ...
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst captive carmina choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebus praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Seite 203 - Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 196 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Seite 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Seite 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Seite 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, 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 be^ ing.
Seite 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Seite 192 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 191 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 187 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Seite 190 - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.