Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson to BeattieT. Wardle, 1843 - 807 pages |
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... rage ; Thy silver hairs yielded me more Than even golden curls before . Had I the power of creation , As I have of generation , Where I the matter must obey , And cannot work plate out of clay , My creatures should be all like thee ...
... rage ; Thy silver hairs yielded me more Than even golden curls before . Had I the power of creation , As I have of generation , Where I the matter must obey , And cannot work plate out of clay , My creatures should be all like thee ...
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... rage , and Heaven resembles Hell ? As. Beyond thus high , insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven , and , by success untaught , His proud imaginations thus display'd . " Powers and dominions , deities of Heaven ; For since no deep ...
... rage , and Heaven resembles Hell ? As. Beyond thus high , insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven , and , by success untaught , His proud imaginations thus display'd . " Powers and dominions , deities of Heaven ; For since no deep ...
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... rage , And plunge us in the flames ? or , from above , Should intermitted vengeance arın again His red right hand to plague us ? What if all Her stores were opened , and this firmament Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire ...
... rage , And plunge us in the flames ? or , from above , Should intermitted vengeance arın again His red right hand to plague us ? What if all Her stores were opened , and this firmament Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire ...
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... rage more fell , Rend up both rocks and hills , and ride the air In whirlwind ; Hell scarce holds the wild uproar ; As when Alcides , from Oechalia crown'd With conquest , felt the envenom'd robe , and tore Through pain up by the roots ...
... rage more fell , Rend up both rocks and hills , and ride the air In whirlwind ; Hell scarce holds the wild uproar ; As when Alcides , from Oechalia crown'd With conquest , felt the envenom'd robe , and tore Through pain up by the roots ...
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... rage Transports our adversary ? whom no bounds Prescrib'd , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyss Wide interrupt , can hold ; so bent he seems On desperate revenge , that shall redound Upon ...
... rage Transports our adversary ? whom no bounds Prescrib'd , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyss Wide interrupt , can hold ; so bent he seems On desperate revenge , that shall redound Upon ...
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Page 23 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd 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.
Page 22 - How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 240 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care : His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 31 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Page 32 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 46 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 21 - Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 22 - Lycid lies. 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 hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 19 - And if I give thee honor due Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free; 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; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 56 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With...