Paradise Regain'd: A Poem. In Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes. And Poems Upon Several Occasions. Compos'd at Several TimesJacob Tonson, 1707 - 457 Seiten |
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... first with curious eye Perus'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake . Sir , what ill chance has brought thee to this place So far from path or road of men , who pass In Troop or Caravan , for single none Durst ever , who return'd ...
... first with curious eye Perus'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake . Sir , what ill chance has brought thee to this place So far from path or road of men , who pass In Troop or Caravan , for single none Durst ever , who return'd ...
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... first it may be ; but long since with wo Never acquainted , now I feel by proof , That fellowship in pain divides not smart , Nor lightens aught each mans peculiar load . + Small Small consolation then , were man adjoin'd : This wounds ...
... first it may be ; but long since with wo Never acquainted , now I feel by proof , That fellowship in pain divides not smart , Nor lightens aught each mans peculiar load . + Small Small consolation then , were man adjoin'd : This wounds ...
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... First Book . C4 Para- Paradise Regain'd . 1 BOOK II . M Ean while Book I. PARADISE Regain'd . 23 The End of the First Book. ...
... First Book . C4 Para- Paradise Regain'd . 1 BOOK II . M Ean while Book I. PARADISE Regain'd . 23 The End of the First Book. ...
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... first they found unfought : But to his Mother Mary , when she saw Others return'd from Baptifm , not her Son , Nor left at Jordan , tidings of him none ; Within her breast , though calm ; her breast , though Motherly cares and fears got ...
... first they found unfought : But to his Mother Mary , when she saw Others return'd from Baptifm , not her Son , Nor left at Jordan , tidings of him none ; Within her breast , though calm ; her breast , though Motherly cares and fears got ...
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... first her Salutation heard , with thoughts Meekly compos'd awaited the fulfilling : The while her Son tracing the Desart wild , Sole but with holiest Meditations fed , Into himself descended , and at once All his great work to come ...
... first her Salutation heard , with thoughts Meekly compos'd awaited the fulfilling : The while her Son tracing the Desart wild , Sole but with holiest Meditations fed , Into himself descended , and at once All his great work to come ...
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againſt agni alſo Amor anſwer Atque beſides beſt call'd caſt cauſe Chor Dagon didſt domino jam domum impaſti doſt doth e'er Earth Elegia elſe eſt eyes fair falſe fame fear firſt foes folemn fome foon fræna fuch glory Hæc haſte hath Heav'n honour houſe Ifrael ille ipſe jam non vacat juſt King laſt leaſt leſs Lord loſs Lycidas malè mihi moſt Muſe muſt night numina Nunc o'er Olympo pleaſe pow'r praiſe preſent PSAL quæ quid quoque reaſon reply'd reſt riſe Samf Samfon Sams ſay ſee ſeek ſeem ſeen ſelf ſenſe ſerve ſet ſhades ſhall ſhalt ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould ſide ſnares ſome Son of God Song ſpake ſpeed ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee theſe thoſe thou art Throne thy felf tibi ulmo uſe virtue waſt whoſe wilt worſe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 192 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Seite 193 - 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.
Seite 187 - 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. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Seite 174 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Seite 194 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, 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...
Seite 154 - Is hate, not help to me, it may with mine Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.
Seite 257 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Seite 103 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Seite 46 - Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other...
Seite 267 - 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 foregoes his wonted seat.