Cowper's Milton [the poetical works, with life, notes and tr. by W. Cowper. Ed. by W. Hayley].W. Mason, 1810 |
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... doth this grandeur and majestiek show Of luxury , though call'd magnificence , More than of arms before , allure mine eye , Much less my mind ; though thou should'st add to tell Their sumptuous gluttonies , and gorgeous feasts On citron ...
... doth this grandeur and majestiek show Of luxury , though call'd magnificence , More than of arms before , allure mine eye , Much less my mind ; though thou should'st add to tell Their sumptuous gluttonies , and gorgeous feasts On citron ...
Side 178
... doth spring ; Begin , and somewhat loudly sweep the string . Hence with denial vain , and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd urn ; And , as he passes , turn , And bid fair peace be to my sable ...
... doth spring ; Begin , and somewhat loudly sweep the string . Hence with denial vain , and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd urn ; And , as he passes , turn , And bid fair peace be to my sable ...
Side 180
... doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears , And ...
... doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears , And ...
Side 181
... doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears , And ...
... doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears , And ...
Side 189
... doth rise ; 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 ...
... doth rise ; 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 ...
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Angels Arethuse arms Astaroth aught behold Brother canst Chorus Comus Cowper Dagon dark death deeds delight desart divine dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes foul glorious glory Gods grace hand Harapha hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Israel Jesus king kingdom Lady Lord Lord Brackley loud Lycidas Manoah Meriba Milton mind mortal musick night Nymphs o'er offer'd once Paradise PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace pearls of dew Philistines praise PSALM publick reign river Jordan round Samson SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seek shades shalt shame Shepherd sing snares solemn Son of God song soon soul Spirit strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou didst thou hast thought throne thyself truth vex'd virgin virtue voice wilt wings wise wood
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Side 170 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
Side 134 - 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.
Side 135 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old. Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Side 140 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Side 144 - 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.
Side 136 - 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.
Side 209 - 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 ; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
Side 140 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 130 - 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 eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Side 150 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...