Complete Poetical WorksH. Frowde, 1908 - 554 pagina's |
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Pagina 41
... least That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And when they list , their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw , The hungry Sheep look up , and ...
... least That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And when they list , their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw , The hungry Sheep look up , and ...
Pagina 85
... least he returning chide , Doth God exact day - labour , light deny'd , I fondly ask ; But patience to prevent That murmur , soon replies , God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts , who best Bear his milde yoak , they serve ...
... least he returning chide , Doth God exact day - labour , light deny'd , I fondly ask ; But patience to prevent That murmur , soon replies , God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts , who best Bear his milde yoak , they serve ...
Pagina 90
... least he appear In anger and ye perish in the way If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere . Happy all those who have in him their stay . PSAL . III . Aug. 9. 1653 . When he fled from Absalom . LORD how many are my foes How many those ...
... least he appear In anger and ye perish in the way If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere . Happy all those who have in him their stay . PSAL . III . Aug. 9. 1653 . When he fled from Absalom . LORD how many are my foes How many those ...
Pagina 94
... Least as a Lion ( and no wonder ) He hast to tear my Soul asunder Tearing and no rescue nigh . Lord my God if I have thought Or done this , if wickedness Be in my hands , if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace , Or to him have ...
... Least as a Lion ( and no wonder ) He hast to tear my Soul asunder Tearing and no rescue nigh . Lord my God if I have thought Or done this , if wickedness Be in my hands , if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace , Or to him have ...
Pagina 187
... made greater ? Here at least We shall be free ; th ' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy , will not drive us hence : 220 230 240 250 260 Here we may reign secure , and in my choyce ( 187 ) BK . 1. ] Paradise Lost .
... made greater ? Here at least We shall be free ; th ' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy , will not drive us hence : 220 230 240 250 260 Here we may reign secure , and in my choyce ( 187 ) BK . 1. ] Paradise Lost .
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Atque Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Clouds dark Death deep delight didst Divine doth dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fræna Fruit Gates giv'n glory Gods grace H. C. BEECHING Hæc hand happie hast hath heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Morn night numina o're Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ quid rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque ulmo vertue voice wandring Warr winds wings World
Populaire passages
Pagina 262 - 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...
Pagina 229 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Pagina 40 - Built in th'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 inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Pagina 21 - 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.
Pagina 42 - 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.
Pagina 548 - 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.
Pagina 41 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Pagina 276 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Pagina 23 - 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.
Pagina 5 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.