Paradise Regained: Samson Agonistes, Comus and Arcades

J. Sharpe, 1827 - 372 pagina's

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Pagina 55 - oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy evensong; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
Pagina 38 - But not the praise," Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears ; " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies; But lives aud spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of
Pagina 42 - went out with sandals gray; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropp'd into the western bay : At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue: To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. The
Pagina 38 - And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair 1 Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind)
Pagina 39 - Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name! Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow; and that each heart
Pagina 42 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the bless'd 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 more, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now,
Pagina 13 - Nor war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around: The idle spear and shield were high up hung: The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds with wonder whist. Smoothly the waters
Pagina 42 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lyeidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shall be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still mor n went out with sandals
Pagina 38 - 1 Fame is the spur that the clear spirit 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 slits the thin spun life. " But not the praise,

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