Complete Poetical WorksCrosby and Nichols, 1862 |
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... night founder'd skiff Deeming some island , oft , as seamen tell , With fix'd anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee , while night Invests the sea . and wish'd morn delays : · So stretched out huge in length , the arch ...
... night founder'd skiff Deeming some island , oft , as seamen tell , With fix'd anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee , while night Invests the sea . and wish'd morn delays : · So stretched out huge in length , the arch ...
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... night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of hell , " Twixt upper , nether , and surrounding fires ; Till , as a signal giv'n , th ' uplifted spear Of their ...
... night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of hell , " Twixt upper , nether , and surrounding fires ; Till , as a signal giv'n , th ' uplifted spear Of their ...
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... night Darkens the streets , then wander forth the song Of Belial , flown with insolence and wine . Witness the streets of Sodom , and that night In Gibeah , when the hospitable door Expos'd a matron to avoid worse rape . These were the ...
... night Darkens the streets , then wander forth the song Of Belial , flown with insolence and wine . Witness the streets of Sodom , and that night In Gibeah , when the hospitable door Expos'd a matron to avoid worse rape . These were the ...
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... night , Devoid of sense and motion ? and who knows , Let this be good , whether our angry foe Can give it , or will ever ? how he can , Is doubtful ; that he never will , is sure . Will he , so wise , let loose at once his ire , Belike ...
... night , Devoid of sense and motion ? and who knows , Let this be good , whether our angry foe Can give it , or will ever ? how he can , Is doubtful ; that he never will , is sure . Will he , so wise , let loose at once his ire , Belike ...
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... night long . Had rous'd the seas , now with hoarse cadence lull Sea - faring men o'er - watch'd , whose bark by chance , Or pinnace , anchors in a craggy bay After the tempest ; such applause was heard As Mammon ended , and his sentence ...
... night long . Had rous'd the seas , now with hoarse cadence lull Sea - faring men o'er - watch'd , whose bark by chance , Or pinnace , anchors in a craggy bay After the tempest ; such applause was heard As Mammon ended , and his sentence ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fruit gates glorious glory gods grace hand happy hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill honour Israel Jehovah JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah morn mortal nigh night o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines pow'r praise PSALM rais'd reign reply'd return'd round SAMSON AGONISTES sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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Side 148 - 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Side 106 - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Side 126 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Side 207 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Side 78 - 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...
Side 125 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Side 150 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure : — > But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Side 166 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Side 161 - 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.
Side 151 - 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.